Painting=Paitence

This morning I had a grand walk listening to Michael Franti: "..and you don't stop and you don't quit, everybody on the move, everybody lets move..".  I was moving fluid, like the cool wind at my back. I was moved by the music, the deep gray skies, and my healthy body, I was so moved,  I was ready to dance in the streets. Movement is currently not a problem (excepts of course before ten a.m.).

Waiting on the other hand especially, for paint to dry is painful. I am working on painting the female sculpture that I made form the air drying clay. (The male I am going to leave naked of color, the terracotta suits him nicely.) 
I am an American, damn it,  I want immediate gratification, don't we all. This is a common creative feeling for me that I have to get work done quickly. However I know, from experience, the longer the dish is simmered the better it tastes and if I rush the paint I will have a muddy mess. 

Any tips to patience, please help.