I am the epitome of impatience. Of wanting to know how it all turns out. Of getting to the next step already!
I’ve relocated. Begun the new job. Completed the initial training. Spending wonderful family times. Welcoming a new grandchild. But for some reason, it doesn’t feel like things are moving. Like the flow isn’t flowing. As if I’ve reached a pool that needs to fill completely before the water level pushes through to a new tributary.
When I lived in Wisconsin, I had a lovely apartment right along the river. There was a dam nearby, that when need be, the water levels could be slowed down or opened wide to allow maximum water flow. The river was always flowing. Always. It flowed throughout the winter months, and it flowed all summer long. I knew it was flowing becasue I could always hear the rush of the river in the background of my life.
But now… I can’t hear the rush of the water. I can’t see the river flowing by. I’m stuck on one aspect of my new path in life. I haven’t found an apartment yet. Well, that’s not entirely true. I found the perfect apartment. One that I could immeidately see myself living in. It felt right. But its in the wrong town. 35 miles away from family and work.
In the town where family and work are.. there isn’t an apartment. It seems there’s a bit of a housing crunch there. That’s why I feel stuck. Why I don’t feel as if I’m moving forward.
Eventually, there will be an apartment. And I’ll happen upon it. When it’s time. Now, isn’t the right time. there must be other things I’m supposed to be experiencing right now. Focusing on. Learning from. And when it’s time, the water will push through and the right apartment will become available. Until then, it’s okay to tread water in the pool.