A Time To Wait

I hate waiting for things, I am by my very nature an impatient person.
I'm impatient when I see a movie (what's going to happen!), impatient downloading files (stupid ISP!), impatient doing my weekly grocery shop (fast lane? call this the fast lane!) - impatient all round.

Now I've never really seen this as a bad thing, my impatience has stood me in good stead in many areas of my life (I write my books really quickly - I'm impatient to see the ending)- and in the areas it hasn't, well... I've become very good at hiding it.
See me in the monster one o clock post office queue about to send out my manuscript and you would see a calm, patient looking woman waiting sedately for her turn, she won't even raise a brow at the screaming children or even frown at the chatty counter staff who are holding everyone up.
Even in the doctor's office, waiting one hour past her pre-alloted appointment time you won't see her striding up to the counter and demanding to know why her time is deemed less important than the doctor's. (and yes I really have seen people do this)

My impatience is manageable, I can deal with it in pretty much every area of my life, but now... I have to admit I am finding it very difficult.
This waiting, this waiting for something I really really want... ahh it's unbearable.
The phone rings and I jump (even though theres like a one in a million chance it's an agent), I check the post as soon as I'm through the door, I check my e-mails every single hour!!!!!!!!

I'm waiting and waiting and drowning in impatience.

Will it be worth it? Will my impatience be answered?
I am, of course waiting impatiently to find out...