What’s meant to be will always find a way.
Today I’m telling myself, YES it must be true; I must believe this to be true above all the anxiety and nonsense. Can you tell I’m half trying to convince myself and half trying to convince you? I read it somewhere and it seemed to quickly hit home. Lately, I’m in a weird mood to try and hurry up and make things happen, but at the same time, I realize that there is no rush. I'm at a point where I must remind myself and you apparently that there are no red flashing lights forcing me to feel pushed in any particular direction- because again… What’s meant to be will always find a way. I had to type it a second time just to see it again myself.
I think tomorrow I might have to write the word patience on my wrist, (It’s this thing Tina and I do that always seems to work) It usually helps and I think that it might encourage things to slow things down a bit. Do you ever get that feeling? How do you make it go away? It’s so odd- I feel calm, but also this need to rush and to hurry up.
It seems so silly all these jumbled thoughts, I'm hesitant to even bother reading this rant over again before posting because I doubt it makes sense and I'll most likely delete it all! Sometimes just randomly typing out the thoughts and not bothering to worry if it makes sense is better, more courageous if nothing else. If you're reading this I guess I'm braver than I thought. Hope that most of it makes sense for your sake. C'est la vie!