We’ve all done a lot of waiting lately.
Waiting for things to open up, waiting for justice to be served, waiting for our year, our world to be better.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
And I’m sick of waiting, sure. But that doesn’t mean I will stop taking care of myself, speaking out, and generally trying to make a better life.
But it does teach us once critical lesson: patience.
Even when the sun is shining and the weather is good, even when the conditions are right and everyone’s paying attention, even when it was “supposed” to be a good year.
It doesn’t mean that we won’t still wait for what’s to come.
But the best things (I hope) come to those who wait.
So, last night I posted that I was satisfied and grateful. And I am.
But I didn’t get there over night. I’ve been working toward that. Toward accepting what I don’t know and trying not to be upset when I can’t control it.
And besides the seldom zen moments that I had last night, my life goes a little something like this:
Wake up. Brush your teeth. Ponder your existence on this earth. Wonder why anyone reads anything you write. Wonder why you haven’t written a novel yet but a sixteen-year-old has. Eat lunch. Cry into your avocado toast. Leave work. Come home. Crank out thoughts of self doubt until you go to bed.
So, believe you me, yesterday was like one bright shiny penny in a change purse full of subway tokens. I promise that it doesn’t happen all that often that I’m happy with one part of my life.
But it can happen for you too with one simple rule: be patient.
If something hasn’t happened yet that you’re waiting on, it’s because it. Isn’t. Time. And you have to believe that. Because a watched pot never boils, and an impatient life is a rushed one. Have patience. Good things come to those who…