Patience was never my virtue, never a strength, and rarely did I flex it’s muscle to see how long I could hold out… my discomfort was to much. I found myself reaching for distractions. Any distractions, whether they were thoughts running in my mind or those in my physical reality.
I found that developing patience was interwoven with developing a belief that all was going to be okay. My distress over what could happen, reaching towards fear and discomfort, shifted to; what could happen? Feeling excitement with the endless possibilities of outcomes that are for my benefit some how. In ways my mind can’t even contemplate…
In what ways have you found your patience? Or, how has your patience has changed your world?
