“Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity…” ~ Thomas Hardy
All beautiful things take time, their own time, to grow. They run on their own clocks, not on ours. Why do we have such unrealistic expectations about progress? Why are we always so sure we know how long it should take?
It is extremely common to hear an adult child at a meeting say something like this: “I don’t know what’s the matter with me. I must be mentally ill or something. I keep taking one step forward and two steps backward. I don’t think I’m changing at all. Why do I keep forgetting what works?” But how fast should it be? Whose clocks are we timing with? How long did it take us to develop our character flaws? How quickly do we imagine they can be overcome? A big job takes a while to accomplish; it’s as simple as that. We have no legitimate reason for such impatience. There’s no such thing as being late. The time it takes is the time it has needed. We’ll get there.
Today, I will be conscious of the growth that is already mine and continue to patiently work my program.
~ Days of Healing, Days of Joy ~ Feb 26; HMS