This doesn’t seem like it. Where I’m at right now in life is great and overall I’m quite content with the way things are going. It just doesn’t seem permanent. It feels like I’m in an indefinite holding pattern of sorts – waiting patiently for that next stage of life to occur.
Will it happen next summer as we move on physically from this cocoon of an apartment? Will it happen a year from now when our office moves into it’s new state-of-the art corporate facilities? Will it happen next week when I bump into someone that could become “the one?” Or am I in it for the long haul, many years that are just now beginning to pass by, as I continue to wait?
The not knowing doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it would have three years ago. I see this time as an opportunity to improve myself – spiritually, physically, financially. I am my own work in progress. Three years ago I had no goals and no direction other than away from where I had been. Now I am better prepared for the future.
Notice I didn’t say “plan” for the future. The plans are not my own. I’m aware of that now. In the past I would have meticulously tried to control and plan every single step of every single day for everyone around me. Doing that broke me when the well laid plans shattered at my feet last fall.
Lesson learned. Patience achieved.