It Takes As Long As It Takes

I’ve had to weather some tough storms throughout my life, the most recent and toughest few being the loss of my loving, devoted Father and sweet Granny, and transitioning into a new Health Care role. I say a lot in my profession while coaching leaders and employees (and in my personal life), “It takes as long as it takes.” I’ve said it many times over the years. Today, while watching “This is Us” to catch up, Jack said it to his Son in the episode, and I smiled because I say it all the time. Then I became deeply and unexpectedly pensive and inspired to write. I was inspired because I had a contagious euphoria and adrenaline at that moment that begged to be put to paper. Getting into my own head in that moment inspired a little bit more clarity on some things I’ve been working through and trying to figure out for awhile. It reminded me that the process (whatever it is at any given time) takes as long as it takes. We are continuous works in progress, flexing and adapting to situations and a world that are ever-changing. Life is the square peg trying to fit into the round hole of our expectations and desires for the path we wish to take. I’ve never been the most patient with my path, but I’m learning over the past few years to be more patient because the best is yet to come. It’s one of the reasons I’ve embraced my 40s so fondly.

I’ve never felt as strong of a calling to do what I’m destined to do as now. Much of my path has been written, yet MOST of it is yet unwritten, and I’m looking forward to writing the rest of my life's story. I’m inspired and looking forward to where this journey will take me. One of my college professors in Undergrad said something very powerful and memorable to me. She said, “My dear. You have a talent. A REAL talent, and my dear, we do not waste talent such as this. Keep writing, because it would be a shame to waste such talent.” Do what you love and love what you do. I love HR, and I also love to write. I anxiously await what comes next! And just as I wrap up this blog post, I am beaming with delight at what I love to do most because it’s a feeling like no other, and the sun just came out on a cold, gray Winter day. The same as it did on my Wedding Day on a colder-than-normal Fall day. That’s hope shining down, folks. And it shows up unexpectedly when we need it the most. And it’s beautiful. It takes as long as it takes.