Impatience


I left my church job and started a new job - convention planning for MCUSA - this week.  The old job people gave me a plant as a parting gift.  Impatience.  Ha - they swear there was no pun intended.  But oh serendipity!  I brought it home, gave it my all...watered it (probably too much), talked to it (probably too much), stroked it lovingly, gave it sun (definitely too much).  And killed it in no less than 48 hours.  Oh the irony.

Impatience.

I'm not really patient.  Especially not about church-ish stuff.  I like me that way.