Patience is a virtue, the sister of Persistence. If this were 1700 New England, you would have girlfriends with such names.
I am both of those girlfriends.
Patience is meek and mild. Persistence is a pushy broad.
Patience lounges on the sofa eating bon-bons, allowing things to unfold. Persistence is always tinkering, coaxing the world to align with her stars. Both are relentlessly optimistic.
Patience is a virtue. Persistence pays off.
For months I have been persistently friendly to a lead I turned down for a dance in December 2006. I would love to dance with him—but no luck. He’s friendly right back, but no invitations to dance. I have been patiently waiting.
Until last night.
Lovely, lovely, lovely.
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