Today I’m wearing a cute burgundy short-sleeved knitted top that I paid something like three bucks for at Value Village. I hardly ever wear it, sadly, because it is one of *those* that needs hand washing and laying flat to dry. That rarely happens, so it usually lives at the bottom of my laundry hamper.
So this lady on the street corner says to me, “I love your sweater. Did you knit it?”
I laughed and said, “No, I wouldn’t have the patience for something like that.”
As I walked away, I wondered what she’d say if I told her I write novels? Probably something to the effect of: “I wouldn’t have the patience for something like that.”
I guess we pick what we want patience for!