Patience…

Patience. So hard to embrace when things feel like a drug or an addiction and all you want is more. Being patient requires empathy for the self and compassion for timing of things falling into place. Some anxiety and worry may be trying to creep in and take over, I can see them lying in the wings...They knock at the door and it’s almost as if they try to enter without permission yet I know I can keep them at bay sitting by the door too.  

Morning comes and the act of being patient comes back immediately. Desperation is not a quality to hold on to, grasping at something never results in positive outcomes.  Entertaining different possibilities seems endless, and sitting waiting seems impossible moment to moment.  

Somehow someway the moment pass and the feelings change and can be interpreted in a brilliant new way.... letting go and allowing the flow of whatever happens happens.  

Embracing the experience as one that cannot be repeated or recreated and will never happen again. Take from it what I can and move forward knowing memories can be recalled and will always lie within us but moving forward with the knowledge that acceptance is key and allowing can be a reality.