Waiting

I hate waiting. My skin crawls. My stomach over produces acid and I pace around with a nervous tick. I am not talking about waiting just for the sake of waiting but, waiting when you are in a hurry or you need the information you are waiting for to make decisions about other things. Ugh. I feel as if people that wait well deserve recognition...like a crown in heaven or at least a homemade certificate designed on Publisher. Waiting does not mean you are a patient person--it usually means you don't have a choice or at least you have convinced yourself you don't. It's awful...enough for now my over-acidic stomach is beckoning for me to pace.