Patience: Its Presence and Absence
Overdoing it. Refusing to slow down, pause, call it off, reassess.
Gluttony and tendency the to not learn that lesson, no matter how many times it’s presented to you.
It starts early, the desire for instant gratification. The good thing should hurry up and arrive NOW.
This year, I taught myself the art of waiting by spending more time in the kitchen. Pastry that has to chill, for a good reason. Preserving, conserving and canning, and the importance of letting jars process the prescribed ten full minutes. Citrus wine that needs to ferment, and marmalade that gets made only once you first wait forty days for the wine to finish doing its thing and the rinds to be strained. Stews that really mean it when they say three hours till the meat is tender.
A firm yet delicious lesson in patience, anticipation, and doing other things while I wait.