This is a little jumbled. Bare with me.
I’ve tried to write something on here almost every day with a semblance of of inspiration in this weird time – and the only thing that feels
honest and true right now is to be patient.
Be patient with yourself.
With the people you love.
With the people you no longer love.
The people you’re trying to love.
Your friends.
Delivery drivers.
Amazon.
Emails.
Children.
Co-workers.
Technology.
New York.
Everything and everyone.
A little more than you would normally. And then a little more than that.
This is really hard. Unprecedented. Confusing. And it’s okay if you change your mind about how you feel literally every day. Be patient with that.
I personally want to be the person who uses this time as an opportunity because we will
never (hopefully) have it again and I’m really, really struggling with that this week. Posting about that has felt inauthentic. So I haven’t.
I’ve noticed myself acting outside my normal comfort zone (some good, some bad) and my new daily practice and thought is just patience. .
Every time I’m frustrated – I remind myself to be patient. .
When I’m scared. I remind myself to be patient with myself.
When I’m feeling isolated, I remind myself that I have choices and options.
But most of all, I’m being really really patient with my own emotions.
