I’ve never really been good at waiting. I’m just as fidgety waiting in a queue now as I was when I was a rug-rat, only now I don’t have my mother nudging me, telling me to keep still.

I admit that if the queue looks too long or not moving fast enough I walk away. I can literally feel myself ageing in queues. The life in me slowly draining away, second by second. My time here is too precious to be spent standing in a queue. I got stuff to do!

My patience has well and truly been exhausted over these past 3 months waiting for the sale of my business to settle. My life has been like one of those bad dreams where you are running down a hallway trying to get to the door at the end but the hallway keeps expanding just as you are within an arm’s length from the door handle.

The settlement date has been extended 3 times due to one thing or another and with each extension comes the highs (as the settlement date nears) and lows (settlement date extension)

I’m expecting to hear something back from the lawyers by the end of this week. In the meantime there’s no point worrying about the what-ifs so I may as well enjoy the view from this holding pattern I’m currently in and practice “patience”

Photograph taken by moi