Aug 29..Patient way

 

 I should be called “ Master or Queen Patience “.. lol

All my life , i remember all i do is wait patiently..

When I was abandoned as a child, I remember this one woman who cared enough to watch over me when she’s not working..but whenever she is at night and she didn’t finish yet..I remembered sitting in that corner waiting for her to get done. 

Then when i’m supposed to be having fun in the province.. I remember an idyllic day.. sitting on a rocking chair at around 4 or 5 years old.. waiting .. I remembered thinking..” when my life starts.. why am I here again?”.. I know sounds really weird coming from a 4 or 5 years old kid.

Then when I had my first job in NY as a cashier .. when we’re not busy.. i stand there and wait for customers to pay.

Now, i’m here in Paris.. waiting for September hoping I get a job. I could not just apply since I don’t have a french visa. 

Maybe, Life really is a “ waiting” game…even waiting until you die of old age. But I do not believe I will die of old age. Hopefully I’ll just die in my sleep.. not as an old lady.

I do try my best to occupy my time.. Paris is perfect for waiting since I can just go outside and walk or take photos because everyone walks outside.

I need that Serenity Prayers..

Lord grant me ….