I keep getting pointed back to the same lesson: patience.
But when? When is it all going to come together?
It feels like I’ve been running but getting nowhere. On a treadmill.
This weekend I experienced a setback.
I also had a serious wake up call.
I’ve been in bed for the last two days. Letting my body recover.
It is frustrating when you want to be at step 6 or 7 but you’re at step 2.
I just gotta be patient. I just have to let things happen in its own timing.
I haven’t been crossing my arms though. I’ve been doing what I can to move myself forward.
Then I wonder, should I be doing more? Is what I’m doing not enough? Should I be hustling more? Striving more? Or is doing more not the answer?
The last two days I’ve taken a serious pause. Not so much because I wanted to, but because I had to. I’ll share the story in more detail when I’m ready.
Tomorrow I’m springing back into action.
There are currently so many unknowns.
All I can do is do what I can, and wait for what I cannot do to fall into place in its own timing.
Until then, I’m building some frustration tolerance while exercising my faith muscles.
Learning to wait.
Learning to accept that some things are beyond my control.
Learning to accept life’s timing.
It ain’t easy, folks.
But possible. Totally possible.