Remember how I said I felt my story was quite condensed when I told it
here? I was not kidding. I am swirling in a sea of possibilities right now. Some of them so wonderful- they literally make me giddy. The problem? The problem is: I am not a patient person. I am not alone. Many others suffer from the same frustrations I do. Some of these possibilities have been years in the making and may be within a few months of fulfillment. Am I infuriatingly vague enough? Sorry. It will all come together. I see this blog as an account of the celebrations of Lindsay-ness. The pieces will make up the bigger picture as we go. If nothing else, I enjoy writing.
In the meantime, how can I manifest patience? It's cyclical. I go through moments where I am busier or content enough. I tear something up and paint it. I organize something. I look for things I can spring clean. Then.... then what? Feel like I am going crazy waiting again, have a content moment again, tear up and paint again- lather, rinse, repeat! Seriously, I am in need of divine assistance here. I think God is saying this to me:
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