Time is of the essence. The last few remaining survivors of the ill-fated expedition to the ancient city of the dead, Hamunaptra, are now holed up in the Museum of Antiquities at Cairo. Evelyn frantically looks at the gold tablets standing against one wall, trying to puzzle out the secret location of the Book of Life. Outside, under the hypnotic spell of the creature Imhotep and covered with boils and sores, one of Egypt's plagues, the crowd swarms the steps of the museum, pushing and beating against the barricaded doors. Adrenaline surges through everyone's veins, prey and predator alike. Those inside can feel precious seconds ticking by, lost forever.
"Hurry up, Evelyn!" O'Connell calls out impatiently to her as he watches the doors shudder beneath the weight of those without.
"Patience is a virtue!" she singsongs, all the while redoubling her efforts.
O'Connell swings his head incredibly towards her. "Not right now it isn't!" he counters.
~The Mummy (1999)~
Unfortunately for me, it has to be. I have no choice. Since almost a month ago, I've had to exercise patience in one way or another almost every day. What with
- Mom forgetting me in the bathroom
(Ten or more times.)
- Kirk and our on-and-off again relationship
Finding an apartment, or at least, getting the ball rolling in that direction
- Trying to keep cool and calm when my temper just wants free reign
- and Trying to weather an emotional storm that started last Friday
In the long run I'm not good with patience. I really don't think it's a virtue I possess. Although, sometimes I'm very good at hiding that fact. This past month, with one or two exceptions, has been a good example of me pretending that I do. *sigh and deep breath*
The dam broke just awhile ago, or I should say the storm loosed its rain finally, if I'm sticking to my weather analogy. I needed it. What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul, as they say. I feel...slightly more able to carry on, though still very vulnerable. And alone. But I've been in this spot before. Then, I had no one. I had to grit my teeth and soldier on, relying on myself, wishing I had someone--Milo or Heather or anyone--to lean on, to hold me and comfort me. Now, even though I feel stretched, I know I'll survive. I can't do any less. *one-shoulder shrug* I have no choice but to exercise more patience. To the maddening, uncertain end. Lord help me.
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