How many times have I asked this question?
In the past week alone…?
When will I graduate…?
When will I be able to start my career?
When will this transition be over?
When will I meet “him”?
When will I actually start living how I say I want to live?
When will I finally be a “grown up”? (Then again, do I really want to be…)
Those who have read previous posts know that I’ve referred to myself as a perfectionist, and that my anxiety hinges on this need for things to just fall into place.
I get so caught up, sometimes, asking when, that I get derailed from actually making things happen.
I forget that I have the power to set things in motion, simply by doing.
That life I want for myself? Sure, I can’t make a “him” appear for myself, but I can begin (or continue) to work on other aspects of that life: career, family, friendships, spirituality.
That me that I want to be? God is shaping me into that, and the process goes a lot smoother when I submit to the hand of the potter.
I don’t know, but I’m starting to really just enjoy the journey on the way there.
2 thoughts on “When…”
Dear Candace, Although I am further along in my life, I still have when questions. By the time I was 27, I had two small children. This is reflected in my blog on “when”. My career is a nurse and I deal with much mental health just in a different way. My best friend is Dr. Michelle Bengtson and she will be publishing her book #HopePrevails in August, we would love to have you check us out to see if you are interested in sharing on a launch team in the future. Dr. Michelle Bengston.com will get you to her blog. She is an amazing lady just as I think you are. Stopping by from Tuesday at Ten. When I went to check on my blog it was an old one, go figure. Happy Valentines Day. Blessings Diana