The patience of ordinary things
I have conversations with myself where I coach my impatient, anxious self to hide in a room while life goes on. The temptation to rush to judgement, rush to a next step, to a result, to control, is like standing on the edge of a cliff with your child and needing to pull them back to safety. It doesn’t matter if it is ordinary or monumental, the patience required from me to just … wait …. is a series of battles, some of which I lose. When I succeed in taking a pause, of not acting or reacting, I am rewarded with a sense of knowing “I can do this.”
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