I hate waiting.
Waiting time crawls – I need
action in my life. Preferably, immediate action when I send out an SOS
This morning, the waiting
game was amped up when the shower doors slid off the rails: tired of waiting (HOURS after the incident) for a response from someone, I decided to assess the situation and figure out how
to ‘get ‘er done!’
My earlier post,
today, about the shower doors snafu:
(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/10/things-can-only-get-better-right.html)
I hate waiting.
As I was standing inside the shower stall, eyeballing the track apparatus, and knowing I could actually do this thing … I mean, if it came off; it will go back on as long as nothing is seriously damaged: the phone notified me that I had an incoming text. I read it – and replied; then got busy doing what I was feeling confident enough to do 😊
I will admit that I
surprised myself in doing it correctly: and to feeling a little amped myself when
it all smoothly slid into place.
I whooped (((SHERAH!))) – and burst out laughing when Bob’s
pet name, {hewoman} echoed through my thoughts. Bob would always tease me
with this pet name when I insisted on doing something myself that required both
brawn and moxie. Bob was always encouraging my hidden potential. I never
felt slighted by what some may consider a slight, and when I heard him say, “Way
to go, hewoman” … and follow that up with a laugh and a hug, I basked in his
pride of my accomplishment.
Now, if I had waited until tomorrow to call Twin City Glass, I would have missed the knowing that piggy-tailed on the impatience: lesson learned today – waiting is a winning proposition 😉
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