patience used to feel like waiting for something to be over. like gritting your teeth and enduring until the difficult part passed. it felt passive and resigned — like patience was something you fell into when you had no other options.
i understand it differently now. patience, real patience, is not passive at all. it's an active decision to trust the timing of things you can't control. to keep showing up and doing the work without demanding that results arrive on your schedule. to hold space for things that are still becoming.
the hardest version of it is patience with yourself. with your own pace. with the fact that you are still figuring things out. with the distance between who you are and who you want to be — not as a source of shame but as simply where you are right now, in the process, which is exactly where you're supposed to be.
i'll take that. i'll take that into the next one.
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