Apparently the Universe wants me to learn about patience today.
I’m looking for an apartment — and must practice patience with the reason I am leaving the old place, which boils down to my greed. Long story. I’ll spare you.
The process itself of looking for an apartment … well, nothing brings up opportunities for patience quite like that one does.
Then I find a killer place, put in an app, and the say I have to wait “a few weeks” to find out if I got it. That’s opportunity enough, but I have to be out of my current place in three weeks, and forward my mail to someplace … so what if the new place takes more than three weeks? What if it doesn’t even come through? What if, what if, what if?
What’s that prayer they say, about “grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change”? Good time to get that one out.
I cannot change:
- my past decisions or their current implications
- the landlord’s process
- the timing of it all
- The election (another thing on my mind)
I can change:
- My attitude about it all … and that’s about it.