All Good Things

I’m a big believer that the Universe (capital U) knows a lot, and that I should listen to it.   I own (and actively use) tarot cards.   I have crystals hanging in my room.   I pray constantly.   And I think that recently, I’ve felt a little abandoned.   I get an idea in my head, that I should leave this place, at this time, so that I can be in the Right Place ™️ , at the Right Time ™️ for **something magical** to happen (knowing exactly what I want that **something magical** to be).   And when that exact thing does not happen, I let my heart sink, I let myself believe that I’m more alone than I used to be.   I wait for signs, but I only look for them in the same places, over and over.   The other day, I left lunch earlier than I usually do.   I wasn’t feeling great about where I was or what I was feeling in the moment, so I packed up and walked an unusual route, slowly to class, hoping for exactly one thing to happen.   That ex...

There will be very few occasions in life so perfectly timed that there will be no waiting involved.   Catching a train, a play beginning, finding a soul mate — these are all events which often require some patience.   “Patience is a virtue.” Cliché as it may be, the above phrase has occupied a rather large piece of my consciousness for the past few months.   An enormous compliment came from my course advisor one morning last semester when I mentioned my preoccupation with patience, and she told me that it didn’t seem like I much needed the reminder.   But I have needed the reminder, recently more than usual.   Studying abroad, being physically so far away from so much of what I love, was a trial.   It bred a nasty sort of insecurity inside my mind, one that was unreasonable, nonsensical, unkind.   I’d find myself chanting silently that patience is a virtue, patience, virtue, patience, virtue.   Be patient with others, and if that...