Patience Young grasshopper

So we are at March. Like... the year is zooming (which is seems to get faster as we get older), and we are in Women's Month and coming up on International Women's Day (March 8th)! Also, when my OCD/Type A kicked in, I realize, March 14th (next Tuesday) is the anniversary of these email becoming a"a thing". Officially one year of consistent (for the most part) emails from me. Yeah, even I am shocked.

If you you been riding with me from the start, you may remember that March is kind of a reflective month for me. I lost two of my grandparents in March, and my dad (who also passed) birthday's this month. Actually, it was yesterday. He would have been 60. And that brings me to my story:

So I spent the first part of my Sunday at the cemetery. It would have been a quicker trip, except the fact that I got lost. Yes, I got lost in the cemetery I been going to since I was born. I hadn't been for over a year since I don't have a car and it's SUPER hard to get to by public transportation. I rented a zip car and made the trip up. I pulled up to my usual landmarks, and walked towards the familiar red headstone... and realized, that it wasn't the one my grandma and father share. I was like.... maybe the next row. Nope.... I looked around the cemetery that held over 100,000 graves and immediately started to go crazy. I thought my dad's side of the family had made some changes without telling me. I literally felt the anger rise and if you know me, you know I was already planning my heated monologue to eloquently curse out anyone who knew anything about this, but didn't tell me. I was about to verbally massacre them. (Keep your judgment)

Then, I took a minute, took a deep breathe, and asked decided to search a little bit more even though I was SURE I was at the right section. As I kept walking, tears streaming down my face, to a part I never had been before, scanning every red headstone I saw... right when I was about to turn around, and ether any and every body, I saw the big red SWIFT (my second last name) printed out. I literally laughed at out loud imaging how hard my Dad and Granny were laughing watching me look for them in this huge cemetery. 

I didn't even remember how mad I was until the car ride back down to the city. I thought of all the times I have been mad... pissed to be exact, and how it might have been avoided if I was just a little more patient. Or even deeper, the times I had been frustrated with my own abilities cause it took more time to accomplish something that I had anticipated. If I had a little patience with myself... shiiiiidddd *insert Shaq meme here*.  If I trusted in God a little more, and my own ability not to give up, I'm sure I could have avoided a lot of stress.

So every March, I remind people to honor the ones you love, but now, let's throw in especially woman, and be patient, particularly with yourself.