waking up to the hallow & hollow calls of seagulls can make for a wonderful morning... without mourning.
as my job gets better & better, my social life begins to blossom, my kitten gains independence whilst still demanding to sleep under the covers, my book finds its rightful place in my daily list of to'dos, my running shoes wear thinner & thinner, my kitchen finds itself clean & clear of clutter.
my life - from the outside -
seems to be finding a balance -
i know better, though. i know now that what i thought i wanted - what i demanded from so many is, in fact, a personal lesson in patience.
as some of you know & others have gathered from this weblog: i am awesome at persistence but i lack the gumption for patience. it seems as though it is coming to me, slowly. the tact & forethought to allow patience & persistence to make their moves while i make mine & eventually fly me to that place in the hills where we watch the moon & stars & meteors while the dogs run about & the children sleep soundly.
patience & persistence: a dynamic duo i'm corralling.