flies and ice cubes

I apologize for my absence. Things have been a bit hectic as of late. I have been meaning to write a blog about people being in a rush. Why does it always seem like faster is better? Maybe for a high-performance car, but for life this doesn't work so well. Wisdom doesn't happen over night, it happens with years of experience and life. For something to be great and truly last in it's greatness, there can be no rush.  My current situation is urging me to get  job, and of course I want an amazing job, but I know I can't rush the process. As much as I want to land certain jobs, in the end I will end up where I am supposed to.  But let us clarify one thing, not-rushing does not mean being lazy. Things don't just fall in your lap, while you wait on the side-lines. It's about actively participating in what you want your life to be, and then letting the rest fall into place.  That cliche saying: patience is a virtue, cannot be denied.  But persistence should be attached. I'm at a pretty good place in my life--physically and mentally, now everything else that is trying to bring me down is just a fly buzzing by on a hot summer day, easily slapped away with a fly-swatter and kept away with a cold stream of calamity.