I am slowly learning to move away from my impatience, my need to have it all right now. I am slowly learning that Im not in a race with others to transition better, further, faster. I am slowly learning that there is no one true path, and there is no one true 'happy ending'. I am slowly learning that this is an evolution, and that it can take many turns and twists. I am slowly learning that the one true end-goal I think I see now will quite probably change many times along the way. I am slowly learning that my own story is unique to myself, and my answers will be my own, are not bound by any rules or 'instruction manual', and will not be the same as those found in another's story. I am slowly coming to understand that she has not been allowed to mature at all, and that I have no true knowledge of who she can really become - afterall, Im 60, she's still only 5 or 6. I am slowly coming to understand that she has to develop in her own time, in her own way, that I cannot force her to jump decades into the future in a single leap, and I cannot force her to be someone she cannot be or become.
Acceptance of these statements is not easy, and I have so much further to go in this effort. But, I am slowly becoming more at peace with myself, and feeling maybe I can move forward somewhat more calmly and acceptingly than I have been, just a bit at a time, without quite as much angst and drama as I have been generating for myself these last few weeks. And I am coming slowly to understand that working on this patience is not defeatism.