It's really hard to be patient...

Today I am still sick. I definitely have some sort of horrid nasty cold or the flu. Bleck! While I did have a nice dinner with my sis last night (we could have fun doing anything!), we did not wind up going to belly dancing. I had visions of trying to shimmy while also trying to blow my nose. Icky... So I didn't try it. Plus with the body aches, moving is kind of the last thing I want to do. I just want it to go away. I hate being sick.

It looks as though our contract with selling our home is going to fall through. I am waiting to hear something from my hubby and it's so hard to wait. I am hoping that by some miracle we are able to work things out with our buyer. I so do not want to go on the market. I want to be in our new home at the end of the month like we should be, not trying to get our condo sold.

So, I sit here waiting. Waiting for Evan to go to school so I can hop in the shower. (Ah, there's nothing like a hot shower when you have the flu!) Waiting for some news on our home sale. Waiting to feel just a little better. Waiting sucks.


"Being means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!"

.....Rainer Maria Rilke