My generation struggles with patience. Many of my peers and I spend a little time working hard, and then we expect the rewards and recognition to follow almost immediately. We are easily frustrated by a slow and steady approach, especially when the Internet is readily throwing examples of the super-fast super-successes in our face. At family gatherings I often hear stories about how dirt poor my grandma’s family used to be growing up in the Dakotas. For example, one year my grandma received a walnut as her lone gift for Christmas. But when she opened it, the walnut was rotten on the inside. That was a rough year.