I wore myself out. I did. Nothing went right. I was too tired to worry much about it, you know?
My lesson: sometimes good things are not a matter of hard work, but of timing. Or I should say, not ONLY a matter of hard work, but also the right time. January has give me two really amazing weeks.
That job is about to become a new one, one where the interview included a question about the Oxford comma, something that pleased me to my soul.
Writing nothing new for MONTHS? That was scary. Now, in 2019 I've got new stories. I hope I remember how to tell them.
When I desperately needed it, my cabinets held a brownie mix. This is something you can't count on at my house, which makes the discovery so much sweeter. (Did you see what I did there?)
And so far in January, I've spent time beside a hospital bed which was scary but it going to turn out just fine and this weekend, I learned I'm going to be a great-aunt (which I am most certainly not old enough to be).
I don't like waiting. I don't like waiting when the circumstances are hard or confusing or painful. I wanted to change it all, even when it wore me out.
At some point, I'm going to learn to trust that something good is on the way, right? I really hope so. If, like me, your 2019 is already long on blessings and good news, let's make a pact to remind each other of how quickly things can bloom when it's the right time.
And if you're still waiting on the tide to turn, believe that good things are coming.
(That picture and quote? It's a little hint about the new series. I've got a contest running across my social media to guess the location.)