Be patient with growth and change and transformation. That’s what I have to tell myself. I am a work in progress.
I was like a child pounding on her Father’s chest in anger and sadness, crying out, “why can’t you fix it?!” in regards to my life. I would look around at other people whose lives were overflowing… who appear to “have it all”… and I would feel jealousy… even a little rage… because if I looked down at my own hands they seemed so empty.