Especially when I don’t know what’s going to sprout, or even if that was really a seed I planted, or just a little nub of false thinking in the shape of a seed.
Waiting rooms. Ugh.
But you do what you have to do to grow yourself. This takes waiting and patience. I want to leap into every empty space and fill it with activities and emotions and general whirligiging.
But I also know, instinctually, that this will trample the new growth. And I really want to grow.
So I’m taking a lot of space. Attempting to meditate and color big swaths of time with nothing.
Can you take a few minutes each day to make space for the person you want to grow into?
Union Square
Related posts:
