Dancing on the Inside

Posted Jul 15 at 1:35 PM

Almost is a word that I hate. The hatred that I feel for this single, solitary word is immense. It's a word that does not show progress nor does it announce finality. Almost -- just about there, but far from completion. It's a word that means nothing. I don't want to be "almost" there. I want to be there, dammit!

Patience is not one of my better traits. Patience is something that I do not possess anymore. It merely comes to visit me from time to time. The only time it does visit me is during children moments. It does not come to me when I need it at other times. It escapes me. It rushes away from my grasp, and becomes non-existent.

Patience and the word "almost" go hand-in-hand. You have to be patient to make it past that "almost" part. You have to hold on and fight tooth and nail to climb that stupid "almost" hill to reach the word "final".

I'd rather have the "final". I would rather be crossing the line of completion and finishing up. The journey there should be sweet and lesson-learning, but as far as a particular instance is concerned, there is no such thing as sweet and lesson learning. It has been a pain in my ass from start to "almost" there.

Fuck "almost".

Give me ... "you're done.. finished.. completed.. finito".