Training

At my favorite coffee spot a sign occasionally appears above one of the cash registers: "Training: Please Be Patient." I am tempted to borrow and wear it --- and ask for a few extras.

In retrospect, I achieved mastery of every "job" only after I had moved on. I don't think I ever quite managed childhood, or puberty, or college, or my first career, or my second...you get the idea.

Until it was over, and then I realized two things.

First, regret: If I only knew what I now know, how easy it would have been.

Second, acceptance: I know now that I never could have known.

Training is not a place from which we move on, but a place where we learn to be comfortable. And learn patience. For me, and with you, and all of the days.

Candace