The old saying of “Patience is a virtue” is my current quote I am pondering today. As I was using the treadmill today, I experienced a feeling of exasperation. I am so ready to be able to run a full thirty minutes instead of a meager one minute followed by a minute and a half of walking. I just started training. As I finished up my workout, I learned that working out on a stomach full of chocolate is not the best way to begin. I have felt disgusting all day as a result.
A better reason that this quote is on my mind is I’m tired of wanting the guy who broke my heart last November. I had a moment of mental regression and looked at his Facebook last night. I started to shake violently, trying to not cry or panic, at midnight. I hate knowing that I am not over him and there is still much progress to be made in the concept of my mental health.
Patience. is a virtue.
I know that getting over someone who has been in your life for so long is hard to do. It takes time. I am so ready to find that “one true love” that I think sometimes I am blinded by the fact that I am only just beginning this chapter of my life. I am beginning to refer to high school as the “that one guy chronicles” (except in person I use his actual name, but for privacy sake, I am not using that here), I am now into a new chapter of my life. The Michelle Chronicles. This chapter is about me. I have a hard time feeling good though, when I feel like my life is paused. I don’t have a car and I don’t live on a college campus. I’m still looking for a job.
I know I shouldn’t be too hard on myself. I’ve been through so much this year. It takes time to move on and fully heal. I know I can, but the waiting is rough.
Patience is a virtue.