Since I was a little girl, my dad always told me to be patient. I was always running to get on the swings first and falling over and grazing my knee, eating my penny sweets too quickly and then getting a stomach ache. When I was at University, I’d rush to get all my work done way before the deadline, because why would I do anything last minute? That would just cause way too much anxiety.
Even now, I’m still learning the art of patience. And right now, I’m sitting at the airport waiting to catch my flight back to Scotland and it’s delayed by 3 hours and I have two choices, cry my eyes out of frustration or accept what is and be patient.
I want to learn patience. And not the kind of patience where people wait for things to just magically happen, believing that the best will come without lifting a finger. I want to learn to stop and just be in the moment. That moment that will save me from rushing into anything and making drastic decisions based on my emotions.
Patience will also get me to learn that ‘this too shall pass’ – the boredom I’m feeling sitting at a busy airport and anxious days when I don’t feel like getting out of bed, patience will teach me how to hold on and just be – it will give me strength.
The only thing constant in life is change. Patience will show me that all I have to do is accept the current state, know that life will take me where I need to be when I’m supposed to get there.
So right now, I am writing this blog post, eating a nice meal, drinking a glass of vino and feeling okay about the chaos around me. Finding stillness in a place where there is so much going on around you is really difficult, but with practice and patience, I will get there.