Waiting for patience:

As a child time took an eternity. Waiting for the bicycle I dreamed of took many long years. Eventually I was given my aunt’s old one, when I was nine. I was over the moon!

Patience is something I’ve had to learn. When things didn’t go my way, waiting was tedious. It wasn’t until I’d given up waiting, that things started to come to me.

Teaching and as a single mother, again, I decided to take another loan from the bank and build a double garage. This was no ordinary garage. It was the place I planned to retire to, so that I could rent my home out, to bring in a retirement income.

This garage had large windows, as well as a skylight. Bathroom facilities and an old kitchen sink for $10, finished off with a cork floor. In fact, a car never entered it. This haven became my studio. It was far enough from the house to link it with a clear roofed carport to protect my car from the severe Canberra frosts.

Because I was not out seeking a partner he came to me. Sounds so simple, but the adage above, rings true for me.

Waiting Room: ‘Good things come to those who wait.’ Do you agree? How long is it reasonable to wait for something you really want? Ben Huberman

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