Patience is a Virtue…Sometimes

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The key word here is “some.”

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about patience.  In general, I need to practice it more regularly.  When something needs done, I want to do it.  When something is wrong, I want it fixed, corrected, edited or healed right away.  When something needs said, I want to say it.  This is often called “drive,” “ambition,” or being a “go-getter.”  And none of those things are bad.

At least, not when the results are actually in your control.  In a relationship of any kind – romantic, friendship, on a team at work, more often getting results is not completely in my control.  (Ugh.)

So, at what point does patience come into play, and at what point does patience become settling?  Think about it this way.  The career I wanted wasn’t happening for me as I worked at someone else’s company waiting for an opportunity to truly shine and be fulfilled by my work, so I left to start my own company and created my dream job.  There, lack of patience could have prevented me from settling, waiting, and either wasting time before finally being happy with my work or maybe never having found that happiness at all.

I don’t think there’s a right or wrong answer here.  I think the first thing to consider is how much you can control in the situation.  If I want to spend more time with someone who is not available, I can express that frustration but it’s up to that person to make a change in their schedule, or for me to wait patiently until they’re able to do so.  My control there is limited.  If I want to launch a new project and my time is limited to prepare it, it’s up to me to either shift my priorities in my schedule, or put the project on hold if other priorities take precedent.

This is how I’m going to approach drive and patience now:  Is patience the necessary grace here, or is it complacence?  Do I take action now, or is there a better moment to pounce – or is this in someone else’s hands?  And when patience is the answer, there’s only one place I know to get it.  (Hint: not from within myself, that’s for sure!)

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When have you struggled to call upon patience?  When have you been able to act instead?

The Only Answer is Love

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It’s impossible to think I could organize all of the emotions I feel tonight after hearing the horrific news of what happened in Boston today.  As a runner, as a daughter and a sister and a best friend, and as a human being, it’s impossible not to be affected.  It’s impossible to understand what happened, or who could possibly be responsible, or why, or how long and far the ripples of this day will go.  I don’t believe we’re meant to understand what happens in this world – neither the beautiful nor the ugly.  It isn’t our purpose to understand. It is our purpose to love.  Spread love.  As far and wide as you can.

The only solace I can find is in the one thing that is possible.  GOD.  He is big enough and bold enough and at the root of all that is love, and that’s what we need in every moment, on every day.  Love.  He is what makes it possible to hope for healing from such a tragedy.  He is what inspires those who have and will step up to help, and who rejoices in our prayers.

There isn’t a lot we can control.  But how much love there is in the world?  We can contribute.  Pray for Boston.  Send love everywhere.

6 Things Inspiring Me Today

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I don’t know if it’s because it’s Friday, or because I started drinking caffeine again this week (though that might not last), or maybe the sunshine, but I am feeling INSPIRED today!  One way to celebrate the good things in life is to take notice of what inspires you, even the littlest things, so here’s my little list for today:

1. SELF Magazine’s new look.  As a fan (and business owner) of branding and design, I noticed SELF’s new look on the stands last month.  I’d never picked up their magazine before so whatever they did has worked.  Loving the look and the content.

2. Candice Kumai’s adorable glasses.  One of my favorite chefs and social media buddies Candice Kumai posted this photo yesterday of herself in some nerdy chic frames, and now I’m itching for a fun new pair of specs.  Thanks (but no thanks) Candice!  B)

3. Making new friends.  Some of my oldest Nashville friends now live in New York too, which is lovely, but I’ve been here a year and have made very few new friends, until now.  I’ve tapped into a new network of girls who are sweet and strong and awesome, and on top of that I’m remembering and practicing one of my favorite hobbies again and reaching out organically to meet some women with similar interests.  And my web is growing once again!

4. A new project.  I can’t say much about this yet, but it involves my best friend and all kinds of happy things and I think you’re going to love it.  In the brainstorming stages now, I’m getting to play in “blue skies” – my “if anything is possible” mode.  Such a fun place to be!

5. Shopping for new running shoes.  I’ve started wearing my sneaks more days than not, whether or not I’m running.  I don’t want to wear out the ones that I do actually run in, so I’m looking for a second fun pair to run around the city in.  And I don’t mean like that girl with her dress clothes and her  sneakers (ew), I mean like with my wunder unders. Nike has a tool that lets you design your own, and you can put words on the tongue of each shoe.  I’m thinking “sweat daily.”  (I wanted “sweaty sexy” but they don’t allow the word sexy at Nike.)

6. Another project in the brainstorming stages, I’m thinking of following up Loved with a workbook type book on self-development, using lots of fresh material and maybe some material from this blog’s past few years.  What do you think?

Breathing Butterflies

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I’m not good at saying wrong things and shrugging it off.  A fairly calculating person, I tend to think before I speak or not speak at all, to wait before I do especially if my action affects another person, and to take in my surroundings before I settle in.  Even further, as a writer the words I choose are extremely important to me, even if not to anyone else.  So when my guard is let down and the filter between thinking and speaking becomes ghostly or nonexistent, it’s possible that I’m going to say something foolish or choose my words wrong.

This happened recently.  I wasn’t hurtful by design, and what I said was really only a passing thought, but the person who it was directed towards heard me differently than I intended.  Later in the day when I learned this, the unintentional misstep bothered me.  My guard went back up.  I scolded myself.  I felt like stones had fallen out of my mouth and become shackles at my feet, the weight of not being able to erase what’s said out loud causing my steps to be slow and hindered.

The next morning, still reflecting on my inability to “fix it” beyond my feeble attempt to explain better, I made a decision.  Those stones aren’t weighing me down unless I let them.  I’m the one holding on to them, storing extras in my pockets and allowing myself to be reminded of their presence.  I still don’t like saying a wrong thing, but I have to be able to move on from it – especially if the other person has.  So I found myself imagining butterflies coming out of my mouth instead of stones.  Pretty, multicolored butterflies finding their freedom from me and being carried away on the wind.

I don’t know how to let my practiced guard down around someone and be ok with all of the results, but I can try to learn to breathe butterflies.

A Rejection Defense-Mechanism

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Another lesson learned through my time studying The Artist’s Way!  In a recent week, one of the tasks was to list people in your life who you admire (or the more negative and revealing feeling of being jealous of), why, and what that says about something you could change in your own life.  One person I listed was my best friend Heather.  Heather is a performer and she attends audition after audition, giving each her absolute all, and you know how that ends: Many result in call backs for her (because she’s super talented) but so many times, as good as she is, she isn’t cast in that particular role.  I can’t believe how many times she can put herself out there and not get cast, and then do it again and again.

So, the “why” is that she boldly faces rejection and lets it roll off her back. And what can I do in my own life?  Be brave, be persistent, and don’t let rejection cause me to stray the course.

Yesterday I wasn’t chosen to lead a project I was really excited about.  To host a big event this year is something on my goals list, as it’s been about a year since I’ve planned an event and I miss it.  So naturally, to have been passed over on this one was a disappointment.  Still, my initial reaction was, “well, something else must be waiting to take up that time I would have spent on this.”  Another event or project that is just as exciting and challenging, or more so could be just waiting in the wings.

I was reminded then of my junior year of high school.  I had been a cheerleader my sophomore year, and many of my squad-mates were my best friends.  Somehow, junior year, I wasn’t chosen to be on the squad.  I couldn’t believe it!  But it turned out that year was my last year in high school (I went to college after my junior year) and I was grateful to have had more free time to just enjoy hanging out with my friends, going to concerts, and being with my family before I moved away.

That memory reassured me that I actually do have a rejection defense mechanism already built into myself.  Remembering that, I intend to put myself out there more and hesitate less when rejection could be the end result of an effort. Call it “God has a plan,” or “on to the next thing,” or the ole door/window analogy, but either way, I’m honored to know that I’m maybe just a bit like Heather.

How have you struggled or soared in the face of rejection?

A Trust Story

543999_10200417556630862_1036856482_nOne year ago today I was in Austin, Texas on a bus tour across the country.  I was sitting in the auditorium lobby of a high school with two girls who were chatting with me about boy trouble and other high school things. I heard myself say to them what I often say to women/girls who are younger than me: Have patience with yourself.  There is so much good in life that is yet to come. Think further ahead in your life to the woman you want to be.  Things just get better and better!  And as I watched the sun set over Austin out the glass double doors, I considered those usually comforting words and wondered to myself if it was all a lie.

You see, the man I loved lived in Austin – the only man who I ever loved from the very first moment I saw him – and he was supposed to be there at the event with me that night, only he’d stopped returning my calls or texts the week before.  So I sat there that night and wondered if everything, even what was in my own heart, was a lie.

Fast forward several months to May. I had just moved to New York and was staying on a couch in Brooklyn, sick as a dog and technically homeless, watching Millionaire Matchmaker and sorting emails on my laptop.  In an old email account I rarely use I came across an unread email from him, dated about the time I’d stopped hearing from him.  The email explained why he couldn’t call or text, and another one that followed later said he assumed I was angry and that it was over, but that he was so sorry and he’d love me always. I was relieved he still loved me, but how much could one heart take? I no longer knew what to believe.  My trust had been broken.  The ability to feel secure in that relationship no longer seemed possible.  I told him I had to move on.

Fast forward again to November.  I was typing away at my desk one morning when my phone rang.  Almost the first thing he said when I answered was this: “I’m putting my foot down.  I love you and I want to be with you. I want us to commit to this.”  I said no.  He said, “My life is different and I understand why you don’t believe that, but I want the chance to show you. I want us to work together to find a solution,” and then he said, “I’m going to call you every day.”

Right. Ha. I thought. We’ll see about that.

But he did.  He called every day.  Sometimes we would talk for an hour and sometimes he would just have a minute to say hello.  He called every day.  And when I asked him a difficult or uncomfortable question, he answered sincerely and openly.  When I asked how on earth we would make this work, he said, “I’ll come there.”

Right. Ha. I thought.  We’ll see about that.

Two weeks ago he showed up at my apartment.  I went out to the curb to meet him and as he got out of the cab, in one swift move, he lifted me in the air and kissed me – right in the middle of the street.  In one way, I still can’t believe he’s here, and in another way it feels like he’s been here all along.

People will tell you that people don’t change.  That others don’t deserve second chances (or thirds).  I’m sure I’ve said those words myself to a girlfriend or two.  But I listened to myself on this one – I had to.  I was my choice to define what I believed in, and when not to trust it, and when to be open to it again.  And it was his choice to fight for me.  He battled his own demons, he bravely faced my mistrust, and he boldly came to be with me in a strange land.  (Are my fairytale references here subtle, or not so subtle?)

Every time he says “I love you” my heart leaps.  And you know what?  I believe him.

From Me To You, Valentine

There isn’t anything in the world more important than love. Share some love today – be it romance, appreciating good friends, or getting lost with a good book. Like my favorite love story, The Time Traveler’s Wife:

“There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”
― Audrey NiffeneggerThe Time Traveler’s Wife

Here’s a little love from me to you!

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