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Patience is not what happens when we force ourselves to wait on something or someone. Patience is what happens when we redirect our attention. When we focus on something we CAN control, rather than something we CANNOT control...we allow things to be as they are, without fighting with it. And that's when everything starts to fall into place...like magic.

Magic is what happens when we don't force it to happen.

And anxiety is what happens when we do. I've suffered from this infamous and unnerving ailment for years and years, and impatience is what has caused it! Anxiety sucks. 

Impatience has been an astute and very cunning friend of mine since childhood. Today, we still stay in touch, but I try to keep my distance as I am focused on spending more quality time with patient me now. Conscious me.


Patient me + Conscious me = A Better me.   


Looking back, way back...I think my attention span was dwarfed at birth, and so were my tolerance levels. Though, I hear I was a very calm baby. Okay, so maybe my lesser than finer qualities kicked in  during my early youth. I've changed over the course of 30 years, but I'll be honest as always, sometimes I short circuit. Sometimes I lose my head. I've even pushed people away, ALL THE WAY, because I was in such a hurry to get what I wanted. In the end, I got what I didn't want. I got grief, frustration, heartache, and a headache. I got more pain. Not more peace.

Impatience causes pain.

A collective mind has characterized 'beauty' and 'intelligence' as being both a blessing and a curse.  That I can understand, and I agree. But my mind says impatience is just a curse. Though, not everything that causes pain is a curse. More often than not, it's the very opposite. But impatience really isn't much of a blessing. Not when you take a closer look.

A closer look:

Sure, it's been a strong right arm for me at times, and probably for most of us. I've gotten a lot of shit done, BIG shit, in the name of impatience. I've experienced that coveted and vast sense of accomplishment and appease too - success and satisfaction! But, I've also been acclimated and hardened by that undesirable, vast sense of irritability, restlessness, snappy-ness, nervousness, exhaustion, and stress, and all amidst those deliciously vast feelings of 'excellence' and 'achievement'. Thus, it's not excellent and I've achieved one gigantic migraine. I'm not satisfied either.

To me, inner-peace is where it's at. THAT'S the most magnificent accomplishment, not vocation and/or world-ly achievement and status, though both are important to a certain degree. INNER-PEACE is what truly makes us. Without it, it breaks us. INNER PEACE is the greatest attainment and blessing there is to be had, and it doesn't come with a migraine.  But, impatience does!

Relieve your headache (or) heartache by surrendering in the name of patience, and know your inner-peace. Know a better you. A happier you. A healthier you.

But don't wait for it to happen. Patience is not what happens when we force ourselves to wait on something or someone. Don't wait for someone to love you. Don't wait for tomorrow. Wait on nothing, redirect your focus, and just be... patient. Now.

Allow.


And the rest is magic.


"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better to take things as they come along with patience and equanimity."

-Carl Jung



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