That could be unfair and inaccurate. Perhaps more precisely, being catechized enhances my already natural predilection towards impatience. Understanding that we were being patient until the notion of being catechized was presented to us by our priest last month. After talking with him, lots of prayers, and considering our position we thought it best to step that much closer into the Church. Since my new job brings us to Upstate, New York, we wanted to go to a new parish as Catechumens with the blessings of our priest than as "inquirers" and remain nebulous for another year. So on July 25th all three of us were welcomed into the Church and began our Catechesis...three weeks before we move to a brand new state, city, parish, but hopefully not jurisdiction.
I had a dear friend tell me that Catechism was the beginning of a long life spent waiting. Learning patience, I assume. Our priest hasn't given us a lot of instruction as newly catechized members of the church, though he has given a little direction. I think I expected a huge list of stuff to start doing (or stop doing) in preparation for Chrismation and life confession. And that may still come from our next parish. Right now, I'm trying to fit into my new clothes of Orthodox Christian. It's so much the right thing and so much different from what I used to be. I feel as though I've come home into the fold. That The Good Shepherd finally found his 100th sheep wandering and was able to coerce it back into the fold without breaking its legs. But maybe not. Maybe He carried me in, and that's ok, too.