Patience has never been a strong point in my life. Having a 2 year old in the house for a while helped on a certain level I guess. But waiting? That’s a different kind of patience.
We moved again. Back to Florida. We have another opportunity to do something that has eluded me for a couple years. There is genuine excitement to get started. We have most of the tools we need. All except for 1.
So I wait. The self examination that has accompanied this venture has been good. Learning about myself and desiring to change is not easy, but it is good. But I’m still waiting.
The steps are deliberate and thought out this time. The request for presence is honest, but at times, the waiting seems tedious. I feel helpless at times, but know that these are moments of preparation that won’t be returned.
Distractions seem plentiful. But we are determined to remain focused. Constant note taking, thinking, reading, writing. Even enjoying and contemplating.
What is the most difficult part of waiting? The wait.