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 exact, specific thing did not happen.   I didn’t ru

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 task feels insurmountable, begin with