Impatience

I have a favorite quote near my desk and I hope it is correctly credited:
“She wasn’t where she had been. She wasn’t where she was going…but she was on her way. And on her way she enjoyed food that wasn’t fast, friendships that held, hearts glowing, hearts breaking, smiles that caught tears, paths trudged and alleys skipped. And on her way she no longer looked for the answers, but held close the two things she knew for sure. One, if a day carried strength in the morning, peace in the evening, and a little joy in between, it was a good one…and two, you can live completely without complete understanding.” ~ Jodi Hills
I feel her words speak to who I want to be, and how I want to create my days. That said, it takes the grating comparison of impatience to make me appreciate a calmer way. I was in one of my hurry- hurry-wait- modes today when my son called. Caught in the midst of multi-tasking about four things, I set aside the other chores and concentrated on his words. I mean really, what is more important than being present when he is thoughtful enough to call? It was that reminder–and that correction–that was the best part of my day.