I am not a patient person. Even growing up, my parents said I always wanted to be one step (or a few steps) ahead, when it came to school, sports, even my age ( but after I hit 25, I was done wanting to get ahead in age). It’s no surprise that my impatience holds true now with work. This past year has been very awkward. I’ve felt out of place, lost, unsure of the next step, which is odd, because I’m usually so sure of myself.  Uncertainty isn’t a good feeling.

A particular friend in Yemen was always good at reminding me - الصبر جميل - “Patience is beautiful”. I should know by now, that it takes hard work and quite often, suffering to achieve anything; (running and racing being the perfect example) nothing good comes without time, without patience, and without a price.