There is no such thing as patience in Nature.  There is no distinction of anything that is “slow” or “frustrating”.  The flow is as the flow goes with berries not quite ready, berries dried up before they fruit, bushes slashed for a human walkway, trees bending too far into the water for life.

Brilliance of “what is” without “what it should could be”.  “Be all you can be” talks about stretching with a goal.  Trees reach to the sky–do they really think they can get to the sun?  Do they worry about those branches that go sideways?  Grass is pervasive and persistent; but does it get upset when the human feet pound them out of existence on the path?  Little tiny weeds can crack concrete, but are there millions of little seeds beneath the cement pissed off that it can’t push through? 

Don’t think so.

So.  I can just sit and be the next indicated being and NOT feed the story that our vacation is delayed.  Oooopss, I just did it, didn’t I?  HA, being human is one of the best cosmic jokes around on myself!