I’ve been thinking a lot about the nasty “P” word (patience) lately and trying reeeeeally hard to actually do it. I’ve heard that patience is a virtue and good things come to those who wait and blahblahblah. That’s all well and good, but I gotta be honest. Right now I just want to fast forward to the next phase. I’m at point B, but I desperately want to be at point C. I’d even settle for point B and a 1/2!
Lately, I’ve been a bit down on myself, feeling like things are moving like molasses. I’ve started having weekly “what the heck am I doing?” conversations with my husband (which are super-fun, let me tell you) and are often followed by “you’re the best husband ever” conversations. Seriously, he should win an award. The conversations usually end with deep breaths and a reassurance that I’m on the right path. I just have to keep moving forward, be patient, and it will all work out.
But I’ve been feeling a little icky about this “patience” thing. Maybe even a little resentful. When people ask how the new photography business is going, I find myself telling them that things are moving slowly and I’m “trying to be patient.” But that feels so passive to me. It almost feels like an apology. I associate patience with waiting. And waiting feels so passive. And then I discovered this quote by Auguste Rodin:
Patience is also a form of action.
And something in me snapped. Why does patience have to be passive? Why does it have to be associated with waiting for the good thing to happen? Or not moving fast enough? Why does it have to be associated with struggle and wishing things would change already?
It doesn’t have to be that way.
Life is all about choices. And those choices can be framed positively or negatively. So as I put one foot in front of the other and move forward, I will continue being patient. I admit it’s a required ingredient when building something new. But instead of patience being a reaction, it will be an action. It will be a purposeful, positive choice. Take THAT, patience!