Patience
When I got to my office I started
writing an outline for my next book. The
evil viruses that had taken up residence in my throat and lungs woke up, and I
began to cough. I trudged to the office
kitchen for a cup of coffee. It hurt to swallow.
Seated at my desk again, I stared
at what I’d written fifteen minutes earlier. It wasn’t good. It wasn’t terrible,
but it wasn’t good.
What to do? I stalled. I sent Dr.
Deb a text with heart emojis. I sent another to Blondie with a heart and a
puppy face.
Brat Boy and I exchanged our usual jabs. I wrote
that he shouldn’t be ashamed his girlfriend dated him out of pity, it showed
she had a good heart. He speculated that
his mother must have done something horrific in a past life to end up married to
me in this one. My last text read, ‘lol, love you.’ He texted back, ‘love you
Dad.’
I looked again at what I’d
written. I started revising, but the gears in my head turned slowly. My cold
was slowing me down.
“Some days you just have to be
patient with yourself,” I said to my laptop.
“Some days progress is measured in inches not miles.”
Today I’ll be
patient with my progress.
Dogged Determination is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
Other works by Ken Montrose are available at: www.greenbriartraining.com
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