I usually love January. I feel invigorated by the freshness of a new year, and the “with it”-ness that I feel from working toward my goals. However, these first few weeks of 2016 have been a little confusing. I find myself torn between dreams, anxious to make decisions that have yet to form, grasping for what I know to be true because I feel uncertain about so much.
I am trying to be content while waiting. I am trying to trust that where I am will lead me to where I should go. I am trying to make room in my heart for everything that I love and to ignore my brain’s panicked attempts to make sense of it all.
More peace, less doubt, more work, less pout...
This year I'm hoping to find more of the virtue I have the least of: Patience