I think I've already mentioned the butter melting metaphor (i.e., butter not melting fast enough as a metaphor for my impatience with things not going "well" in my life). I'm in that place again. I know it, and I guess, at least, it's a good thing that I am realizing it now.
The worst part of this, being in this place that I don't like, isn't being there. It's that I am counting the days until I get out of this place, rather than accepting where I am and trying to learn something from the situation. Yeah, it's not fun, but I know (and I am realizing more and more) that I am a very ingenious person. And I know that things are not all bad. For example, in the space of one month, I have had two invitations to be part of conferences in my area (one happening this March and the other next fall). That's a big thing for someone who hasn't even graduated yet. When I am in a good place, I look at those invitations and realize where I am heading, what an adventure I am starting. Could this have happened if I hadn't made the sacrifice to go back to school? Doubtful, very doubtful.
These are the doors that open up, sometimes when we don't realize they are opening up. I can sit here and feel sorry for myself all I want. Or I can sit very still and watch my life unfold in a way that I could never have planned myself or imagined.
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