Renewal and Patience

I could not say that my Easter break was an especially joyful, or social one; but it was absolutely formative. In the rare present soon to be gone, something was finally caught up on.

This took me years to address. Several years, and I know right down to the dates what I needed to do.

All I can do, right now in the evening it’s finished is put dinner in the oven, and write down an article.

Patience. Patience is a virtue. It’s also, let’s be honest, a rare thing. In my life, maybe yours too; it can be tied to restriction. Confinement. Unable to act, it feels humiliating perhaps.

“I will get to it.”

“It will get done.

“If this is the last goddamn thing I do…”

It can. Of course it can. All things are possible. What makes them impossible is giving up. So quick to quit. Slow success looks like agonising failure, right until and even a little after that last tick is made, the last word set or you can turn off the stopwatch.

But a quiet thing done late still got done. Sketchy, lonely, rushed or no; it got done. It’s like the smell of grass and copper when you run past the finish line. You might feel you’ll die with a really heavy fever, but the fleeting sweetness of recovery offers something else.

What was learned?

You drop a weight off a cliff, put yourself out there, finish and cut to size something you wanted to make real. Taken out of your mind, with enough patience, with awareness you can turn things upside down; eventually you will look at something that surprises you.

I can’t be the only one who took to long, but got it done in the end?

What does this make you think, what did you, at last wrestled down and got done?