There is this desire within me to reach out and take hold of what is not yet mine, and what holds me back is my stubborn ambivalence which cries out for permanent and positive change. Patience is a virtue which has often come knocking, but whom I have never invited in. But the bed now is made, and the bathroom cleaned for a new roommate. He is returning in the form of a blessing with a wealth of traits to complement those resting in me and to scare away those that cower in dark corners. In these hidden corners, I collect bad habits and refuse to let them go. All those visiting before have not minded, but instead added to the heaping piles of shameful traditions and humiliating weaknesses. But patience, in the form of the one He sent, sweeps in and whisks away those things I had kept, remembered, and pretended to not notice. It was a conspiracy I tell you, to clean up my life from the inside out, when I never knew I had been soiled.