Time marches on

The wheels of justice turn very slowly.  I am a very impatient woman.  And I crave justice.  I just don't understand why it takes so long.  While we wait, time marches on.  The creditors call.  The private lenders call.  We tell them what we know.  We ask them to please wait.  How long will they wait?  Some, not so long.  
I field the phone calls.  I plead with Glen to please tell them something.  I can't take the calls anymore.  I feel so helpless.  I feel so out of control.
But, I'm learning to let things go that I can't control.  And I can't control time.  Things will happen when it's the right time.  It's just that I want the time to go by faster than it does.  On the other hand, if time goes by too fast, I miss too much.  I'm learning to take each day as it comes, to be in the moment, and not rush things.  That's not an easy task.  Patience is a virtue and one I have been working on for a long time (about 68 years to be exact).  Nothing worth while is ever easy.  I'm finding that out, one trial at a time.