I am comfortably uncomfortable in this waiting place of whats next.
Feeling the winds of change continue to whisper softly that it will be okay.
Trusting that in the past when I’ve listened to my inner restlessness, I’ve been able to author my own personal growth adventure, instead of stagnantly waiting for someone to tell me that this is whats next for you.
Pressing the pause button so I could slow down, evaluate whats been working for me and what I’ve been doing that no longer fills my cup. Setting myself up to listen to the whispering winds of change. Uncomfortable as that is.
Hearing the words of a lifelong friend telling me the truth, widening the picture for me with the force of dynamite because I had developed a bad case of tunnel vision. Those wise words, love the one your with, seared into my head and heart.
Knowing that it takes a long time to practice acceptance and self-compassion and that each day that I uncomfortably go there, I rewire my active lizard brain, contracted muscles, and tattered soul.
Mindfully taking the time to be active, to rest, to play, to listen, or to just be with no judgment.
This time going through the slow change and growth process is not as scary as it would have been in the past. I have developed patience.
I have learned to trust myself and I welcome the reality that right now I’m living in the waiting-place and contentedly feeling comfortably uncomfortable.