For years I have been described as patient and understanding. I wore this title proudly and repeated to others how patience was one of my attributes. I grew up dreaming of being a teacher and practiced my skills on the stuffed animals lined up before me. Sometimes I even had a captive audience in my brothers. I spent many hours developing controlled patience because if I was to be a teacher, a favorite one at that, I needed to speak calmly and kindly.

Just recently, I realized how patience is not as deeply wired into my being as I let on. The world says ask for it and go after it. There is a feeling of waiting for nothing to achieve that next goal. But then I pause and look at where I was and where I am going. The process is just that – a process. One that requires patience.

I still claim patience as part of my personality, but find in certain situations it is lacking. Dreaming takes patience and a willingness to sit in the middle between beginnings and endings. I shared before I just recently began to allow myself to dream. It always sounded like something for children. When you reach a certain age, your time for dreaming is over, right???

Today I can say I am allowing myself to dream. It’s exciting, nerve-wracking and amazing all at the same time. But currently I find myself in this place in the middle. Somewhere between what will be and what was. Follow me to to read the rest of my post.

Find out what I’m learning and what it takes when you are caught in the middle. You can also share your own encouraging post at the linkup.

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