The Importance of Impatience
They say good things come to those who wait. I say: the best things come to those who get shit done.
I’m the kind of person who will call you twice in a row. Three times if you don’t answer. I eat before everyone else’s food arrives because delaying gratification has never been my strong suit. I’ve ruined every surprise I’ve ever tried to plan—not out of malice, but because I physically cannot help myself. Patience, for me, is not a virtue. It’s a foreign language I never learned and have no plans to study.
This part of me was scrutinized my whole life— both internally and externally.
No, Lexi, you can’t interrupt just because you already know where the story is going.
No, Lexi, you can’t text him again. It’s only been twenty minutes.
Being impatient was inconvenient, unattractive and unladylike. But it’s also the core of my brilliance.
I’m not the sharpest person in the room, and I’m definitely not reinventing the wheel. But I move fast. Fast to notice, fast to act. The idea of someone else getting there first makes my skin crawl. I’d rather make something imperfect today than wait around for the illusion of clarity tomorrow—because in my experience, clarity only shows up once the thing already exists. And by then, I’ve usually moved on.
That same impatience—the kind that makes me visibly restless in checkout lines and allergic to long-term planning—is the engine behind my business. One minute I was curating vintage, the next I was flying to Portugal to oversee my own shoes being made. It wasn’t seamless. It wasn’t painless. But it was fast. Three months from idea to creation, to be exact.
When people ask how I made it happen, the answer is simple: I didn’t strategize for months or crowdsource a million opinions. I just fucking did it.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t cried on the floor of my office. Or rewritten the same email seventeen times. Or carried around a clingy little imposter syndrome like a purse I can’t seem to put down. Impatience doesn’t spare you the growing pains, in fact, it often invites more of them. But it gets you closer to what you actually want. Progress over perfection—that’s the mantra. At least for now.
And in a world obsessed with mindfulness, with slowing down and “taking your time,” I’d like to propose an alternate religion: urgency. The holy act of making things happen before you’re ready. The sacred art of doing it now—not later. Now.
Because while everyone else is meditating on the idea, I’ve already emailed the factory, made the sample, and claimed it out loud—and yes, eaten the first bite of dinner.
So no, I won’t wait for the rest of the table.
But you’re welcome to catch up. ;)
love this!!