Hurry Up

Hurry Up

A few years ago, okay over a decade (I hate saying decade), I flew back to the UK from Australia for a family event. It was a busy time for the family, I was surrounded by flurries of activity and bouts of stress both before and after the event.

(WARNING: This is where I get a bit ugly.)I had actually flown over having worked at a conference that ran for 10 days. 10 whole days. I was exhausted before I got on the 24 hour flight to the UK. I tolerated the pre-event stresses as best I could (look, I was a bit moody and feral). But after the event madness was over, I felt unnoticed and a little under-appreciated. This is where I voiced my feelings and literally said, ‘When is it going to be about me?!’ What a loser…I mean WHAT A LOSER! Haha.I guess those sentiments can surround our aspirations for our future selves. Believe me, I’ve said the above in different circumstances—generally aimed up at the sky. I suppose it’s normal and utterly human of me to have a moment where I just want everything to hurry up and go my way! But what I have learnt is that it’s imperative for me to accept that good things take time and I am subject to process. Time is important. Process is necessary. And me shaking my fists up at the sky isn’t going to change anything. What I have learnt however, is that a head down and distinct effort reaps its rewards. And you know what? I continually have to choose to believe that it’s all going to be okay...