The Patience Preface

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Greenville, SC: I’m sitting at gate A3 of the Greenville/Spartanburg International Airport, waiting for my flight to board. I spend a lot of my time waiting. Waiting for flights to board, waiting for shows to be booked, waiting for calls to be returned.

All this time waiting gives me time to think about how much I hate waiting. I do the work, I put in the time, I give it my all… but sometimes – most times – I still end up waiting.

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Which makes me think back to my first blog post of the year. The one where I stated my word of intention. And I’d like to make a retraction. Or request a re-do. My word of intention this year has been passion. Maybe I was too naïve to realize you can’t just state that you want passion. Three months into the new year, I realize I need to preface my passion with patience.

It’s not that I don’t know what I want. I am pretty clear on my goals, both personally and professionally. And I’ve got a vision board to keep me on track if I lose sight or have a memory lapse. My prayers are deliberate and specific.

It’s just that it seems as though things are moving in the right direction, there’s a halt. Or a detour. Or worse, a big block of time where nothing is happening. It’s not that my passion is any less, but it’s hard to keep being passionate when it doesn't seem like any progress is being made. People talk about figuring out what you want and going after it. But no one talks about the amount of time it will take for these things to manifest.

There are tough lessons to learn in this period of patience:
In my almost (almost) 40 years of living, I feel like I’m constantly re-learning these lessons, while waiting for the next thing to happen or the next person to come along. I’ve also learned that having that elusive thing or person isn’t going to make everything better or make me totally happy. So I’m trying to remind myself that THIS moment, as it is, is enough. Even if this moment means that I have to continue to wait.

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We’ve been taught that nice guys finish last. That’s hard to hear because I don’t want to have to wait until the end (end of my life? end of the world?) to get it. Luckily, a good friend changed up the old saying to make it more meaningful: Nice guys (or gals) don’t finish last, they finish BEST.

So before I second-guess my passion or slip into the rabbit hole of “it’s never going to happen,” or more specifically, “it’s never going to happen for me,” I will:

And during this period of patience, I will: