The Waiting Game

Sometimes I am very envious of the snail.

He's never in a hurry,

he can hide away anytime the mood for solitude strikes him,

and no matter where he is, he is always home.

He is a very patient creature and enjoys life at a slow pace.

Me, on the other hand,

not so much.

My parents, I am sure, tried their hardest

to instill the virtue of patience in me as I grew up.

But somehow I was always the type A,

go-gettum, kinda girl who didn't like to sit back and wait on anything.

So, as I am waiting for word about whether or not

my work will hang in the gallery,

I am waiting *not so patiently*

and hoping that Jean Jacques Rousseau

was correct when he said,

"Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet."

Still, a week later, waiting for the decision from the gallery's jury.

What shall I do to pass the time?