In Pursuit of Patience

How much longer? I put up bills into the outbox, assuming I received no mail this morning, only to find them gone when I returned from work this evening. The mailbox permitted a baby shower invitation and a piece of junk mail. I have told the story so much so that I can't remember who knows and who doesn't. And then there are the quiet things, that I think about often but don't say yet, because ascribing words outloud to the situation makes it real, so it stays put within my head for now, and we shall see if it makes it to reality.

Mail

This has become the most exciting thing of my day - to see what's in the mail. Now, I've always LOVED receiving mail, but it's been kicked up a notch. I'm waiting for a particular piece. As I drove home from work last night, I wondered if TODAY WAS THE DAY--and oscillated between excitement and fear, because once that mail arrives, things will become real. The next step will be achieved - and I'll again have to 'put up or shut up', put out my trust, and prepare for the NEXT step.