The title of this post has become my mantra – it’s a quote from my man Dr. Dyer, ps. Thinking it settles my mind when I go off into the “What If’s” and stops me (sometimes) from acting irrationally. Patience is not a virtue that comes easily to me but it’s something I’m trying to get better at. Even small things can make me impatient. Like when I would wait for my ex to clear the passenger seat of debris before I could get in. I’d start tapping my foot and eventually lean in, scoop everything up in one go and be like “I got it.”. Slow drivers or walkers infuriate me (unless they are disabled or elderly, obviously. I’m not a monster) and I barely have patience towards myself; If I have a hard time learning something new, I’m quick to call myself all sorts of terrible things out of sheer frustration.
In the larger scope, I can easily get impatient for the things that have yet to arrive in my life. Like love. Like a job that excites me. Like property and cars and dogs and everything else I equate with a “real” life. What I’ve learned is, I’m already living my real life. I’m trying to give up on wanting the things I feel like I “should” have and enjoying what’s in front of me.
What got me so deep? Yesterday, in yoga, during Plow, the instructor told everyone in the class who couldn’t get their toes to the floor not to worry. That one day, on the body’s own accord, the toes will just find the floor without any kind of want or struggle on our part. “Like love.” she said.