When it comes to impatience, I am my own favorite subject of frustration. I wonder what possesses me to engage in unhelpful behaviors. Why do I worry and agonize so much about the smallest of things, paralyzed to act. And when am I going to get my act together and further myself towards The Plan? What is The Plan, anyway? I’m this old and STILL don’t know? What have I been doing with my life? Hastily, I try to remember what I’ve accomplished but nothing seems to stand out. In this frustrated mode, all I see are the hours I’ve wasted avoiding doing anything at all. I’m a fraud.
But this month, I’ve been spending time reflecting. Slowing down enough to ask myself some important questions about who I am. This has meant looking back to who I was and following the progression forward. Not a quick glance, but a thoughtful examination.
I see how each decade of my life has been impacted by hardships without my control.
I see all the choices I made to cope, recover and take care of myself the best way I knew how.
I see the successes I had dismissed as not being as great as others seem to believe.
I see the fortitude and resolve I have within me.
I see the knowledge, the wisdom and the compassion.
Most of all, I see myself as I am. Light and shadows. A work in progress. Much to give and worthy of getting. A good person deserving of patience, truth and love. Just like everyone else.
