Patience

I don't know what it is lately. Whether it is getting older, the weather, not feeling well, or a combination of many different factors, but lately I am not very patient. People who know me may find this hard to believe. I tend to come across as a patient individual. Tolerant and understanding, I listen to those around me. I do things for them, and I expect nothing in return. Or do I?

You see below the surface, I am experiencing something I am not familiar with, and if it is new to me, can you imagine what it will be like to those around me? Inside, I am seething. A heat unknown fills my essence, and I long to let it free. "Wait." I have been told most of my life. "Your time will come."

Now, I wonder why. Why was I the one that waited? Why have I been the one that enabled others to follow their dreams? Why have I not taken what is rightfully mine?

My life, my ambitions, my dreams.

Wait? No longer. It is time to seize the day. Time to say, "Now, it is my time."

What about you? Is there a dream lurking in you, ready to boil to the surface and erupt?

Is it time for you to take a stand, too? Is it time to say, "I am tired of waiting. I am tired of serving. I am tired of sacrificing. I am taking my life back, inch by inch, if necessary."

I won't change over night, nor do I think it is fair to do so, but I will begin the journey. I will find my inner fire, and I will channel it and allow the passion to fuel my life.

It is time. It is now. It is a matter of (im)patience.

*When I started writing this, I intended a blog on being patient and tolerant with others. I am amazed and inspired by where  it took me.