I have a reputation for being tenacious. I don’t wait for good things to fall into my lap; when I want something, I find a way to make it happen. Immediately. About .02 seconds after my husband proposed, I was online ordering seashells for our reception. That impressed him at the time. He said, “Wow! You’re not a talker; you’re a doer.” Now, seven years later, he’ll tell you I’m totally impatient. And he’s right. My tenacity is rooted in the need to have it all, right now.

So imagine how the querying process is wreaking havoc on my mental state. Six weeks waiting around for a form rejection? Six months standard wait time on a full request? No bueno! I’m going insane in the membrane over here.

How, exactly, does one acquire patience? Am I too old a dog to learn this new trick?