Everything will fall into place

I believe this, not because I’m in the mood to blow sunshine up your ass. But because after years (and years) of having a life I built crumble, I have evidence.

It does, eventually, fall into place.

I’ve had a few things happen this week that are threatening me into feeling victimized by my circumstances.

When this happens, my tendency is to rush to find a solution. To come out swinging, to tackle the problem, to rush to conclusions, to fuck some shit up.

But experience has shown me that it’s often best to wait. Taking action from an agitated state often results in more agitation. Chaos, if I’m being honest.

[Waiting is not easy, as Mo Willem’s characters Gerald & Piggy taught me and my daughter when she was five. She remains better at this than me.]

But being still until you know for certain — or at least have a grounded, gut feeling — can help us tackle problems with some semblance of ease.

I’ve even had circumstances that worked themselves out in the space I’ve given them. Miracles.

It’s not about complacency or procrastination—though I can be a master of both energies.

It’s about waiting until your nervous system is regulated to the point that you’re not chasing your own tail or wearing yourself out.

(Unless it’s a true emergency then for god’s sake, ACT.)

There’s a lot we can all learn by simply slowing down, taking some space, and letting the universe work some magic on our behalf.