Process VS Result: an ongoing battle

The other day, my loving husband compared me to a 15 year old girl. "No boy is ever going to like me!" He mimics in his whiny teenage girl voice. "Just because it something doesn't happen exactly when you decide you want it does not mean it won't ever happen" he informs me, and then laughs at my disgruntled reaction.

I was not pleased.

I may have been acting just a teeny bit anxious for a little while. But my argument for such behavior is that I am a results person, not a process person. I generally do not enjoy the time it takes to get there and the process that it is. I am way to impatient for that.

Am I being too vague? Let me explain...

We have a guest bedroom that has light brown carpet and sickly yellow walls. Not pretty. And although I am so very excited about having a beautifully redecorated room, I am not looking forward to the painting/wall papering/floor refinishing that it so desperately needs.

Another example? I really liked my wedding day. Loved being all dressed up, seeing friends and family and being sealed to my wonderful husband. I didn't love the months of preparation and stress, dress hunting, catering sample meetings, bridal magazines etc.

See what I mean? The process just tends to annoy me. I would rather just have the results!

So what is so bad about this? I think I am skipping over precious moments during the process because I am too focused on what I am heading toward. I wonder if I will hate every minute of pregnancy because all I can think of is having that baby in my arms. And then, my focus will change and I will be able to concentrate on is getting this kid to school age. And then to graduate high school and move out. Do you see what I mean? Missing precious time because all I can think of is the end result.

I suppose my brain is not able to hold the eternal perspective that Heavenly Father has for me. All I am seeing is this little picture in front of me with no idea what is coming after that...

Post Script:

After reading this post, I realized that it sounds like I am announcing that I am pregnant. Sorry about that. I am not pregnant. I have a friend who told me today that she is, and I was thinking about it. I apologize if my post was unclear on this. Cheerio!