The Patience Game

Patience and I are often adversaries. My favorite recipe is ready right now. As I dribble down the court of life, I battle with the idea of passing the ball or taking the chance to make a fast break for an unforgettable shot. Sometimes I'm given a second chance due to a technical foul or occasional flagrant error that works in my favor. I gladly approach the free throw line hoping to gain enough points to secure the solid advantage to win. I don't always gain the favor of the shot clock and as the final seconds dwindle away the look of disappointment on my face sets in. Mentally I begin to prepare for the next opportunity to win based on lessons learned from my previous championship attempt. I train myself to begin with the end in mind. It may sound a bit narcissistic but my competitive spirit wants me to acquire the golden ring that symbolizes success. However, the more I want to succeed the more I wrestle with patience and its urgent need to test my resilience. I'm no longer a rookie in the game but as a veteran refining my techniques is still a necessity. I am a great player but sometimes I secretly wonder if I think I am better than I actually am. I desire to be the most valuable player in my league for in my mind all eyes are on me. I need to lead in record winning averages and percentages so I am not labeled as a player who simply plays hard without achieving quantifiable results. As you can see I have a slight affinity for basketball and will use it metaphorically to equate to my personal pursuit of excellence.