All good things come with time. You can’t rush them. You can’t make them happen on your clock. Sometimes, you can’t make them happen at all. Learning patience has been so damned hard for me. 

But I’m honestly getting there, bit by bit. I’m far more patient now, than I once was.

I want so many things. And yeah. I know my dreams, my values, my goals and what they are. I have no illusions about it. I know the chances are slim to f**k for some of them, and reachable for others. 

For all of them, I need to breathe. I need to wait. I need calm. Good things grow, they don’t fall out of the sky. Good things must be nurtured, or they’ll whither. Good things must be appreciated for what they are, not undervalued for what they’re not. Good things have to take their own form.

Good things come with time.

– Joan, Tiny Spells