I am impatient. I want so badly to create what is in my head that I can’t seem to accomplish all of the set up steps that are necessary to make it happen. I feel like a race car driver stuck in a parallel parking class.
Actually, I really just want to be free of what is in my head. (Un)fortunately it is unforgettable. I am hoping that I will feel ok to let it go after I have put it into material form. Like the last man to know a secret thing, I am desperately searching for someone to tell it to before it dies with me.
Yet while I have all of the pieces of the puzzle, and a picture of what it looks like I don’t have the physical space to put it together. Everything is jumbled up and stacked on each other so that I am spending all of my time shuffling things back and forth and searching for stuff and little time putting pieces together.
It is an elaborate game of The Towers of Hanoi.
Which, fittingly, I suppose, is one of the first games I remember solving on my own at my Grandma’s house. It was satisfying there, maybe I can draw on that to help with the agony I am feeling now.
Or, as Stephen Covey says, “You have to be patient with yourself when you are learning patience.”
At least I didn’t dig a deeper hole for myself yesterday – I had the opportunity and avoided it a number of times. Progress? Perhaps, but not the material, physical type that I was hoping for.