Nobody puts baillee in the corner

There are several things I am good at in this world; being patient, however, is not on the list. 

I don’t know if it’s the Leo in me or what, but I will swing in like a wrecking ball into any given situation (underwear, hammer, and all). Sure, I may text my friends for days, call my mom for hours, and write endlessly about a situation. But in the end, I’m usually going to do something very stupid that results in listening to Sinead O’Connor and drinking wine like it’s Kool-Aid (sometimes it even results in trying to cut a good pixie that leads to me shaving my head while eating ice cream and potato chips). 

Long story short, I’m not good with waiting. I don’t care if the universe gives me a flashing billboard telling me not to do something, once I set my mind to it, I’m doing it. Period. End of sentence. 

For the first time in almost 27 years, I am willing to wait for as long as it takes. I mentioned in my last blog post things are good, and I mean that. Things are good right now. Some of my best friends are getting married. I’ve purged some toxins out of my life (don’t worry, Taco Bell isn’t going anywhere). I’m getting in the rhythm of my new job. I feel like I’m finally back after last year legitimately almost killed me nine ways to Sunday. 

Some of the good needs to continue cultivating though. Some things take time, and I’m willing to give it to them. For once, I don’t want to mess something up. I don’t want to jump in, head first. I don’t want to make this a clumsy attempt. I don’t want to fumble; I want to flourish. 

I want this to sprout and grow without hesitation. So for once, I’m waiting. I’m going to willing hit the showers. I don’t care how long things take. 

Good things come to those who wait (and write blog posts to remind themselves of that).