Impatience

A little over a year ago, I made a case for anticipation and while I still feel the same (on the whole), I am humbled by my own impatience more than I'd like to admit. I confess. I cannot always embrace the thrill of anticipation, when sometimes what I want is to, well, to have my candy NOW. I am after all, a very complex individual, a paradox, if you will, of conflicting emotions.

For some things, waiting is painfully unbearable, if not impossible. These things are few and far between but they are wonderful. And simple. In case you'd like to know, here are a few of the little things for which I am desperately impatient:

• My birthday. Because I am a child inside. It's a whole day for me. Me. And it's just once a year. I like that.


• Your birthday. It's a whole day for you. You. And I really like you too. Or else I wouldn't have invited you to read my blog. Special you. It’s a whole day to celebrate you. I get excited about your birthday.


• The first glass of eggnog over the holidays. Rummy frothy goodness with an absolutely obscene number of calories. It's futile to even contemplate the amount of exercise required to burn off one glass of eggnog. Don't try. You can't run fast enough. Once you drink it, it's on your ass forever. So I wait for the holidays and then savor every sip.


• Lemonade. Who doesn't love a tall glass of lemonade in the summer? I say if you don't love lemonade, you must be an asshole. That's what I say.


• First sip of coffee in the morning. MMMMMMmmmmmm. Coffeeeeee.

I'm embarrassed to say that yes, I too, see the beverage trend. Did I say something about being complex? Scratch that. I am a simple minded, liquid-loving fool. So you know what? I'm just going to leave it at the beverages, for now.

I get impatient for the beverages. And for birthdays. And for summer. And for being barefooted in the sweet summertime. So nice. That's my off-the-cuff list of a few things, mostly liquid, over which I get all hot and bothered with impatience. Bottoms up.