Practice makes perfect. Isn’t that what we all heard growing up? It didn’t matter if it was a musical instrument or a sport or some other physical activity, if we were struggling, our parents told us, “Practice makes perfect.”
Now that I’m an adult, I realize there are other things I need to practice. At my “ripe old age” of 48, I know there are virtues and disciplines for me to practice.
Patience. Perseverance. Discipline. Waiting.
I want the garden planted now. I want the landscaping done now. I want to know the next step now.
But I’m learning there is a joy to the process. Watching the raised garden boxes get built. Putting the dirt in. Planting the seeds. Watching them sprout. Forming the edging. Choosing to write for 5 minutes a day. Making that phone call to have a conversation about a future role. Choosing to be content to wait for the surgeon.
Choosing to be content. Choosing to practice patience, disciplines, waiting. Being willing to persevere through the impatience. Practicing the delayed gratification.
Sometimes hard. Worth it.