It can wait — No it can’t

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I wish I could tell you that I didn’t just finish half of this chocolate bar by myself, but I’d be lying, because I ate the emotional crap out of it.

I have about every burner on my kitchen stove going and I’m waiting for dinner to get done. Word to the wise — don’t wait until you’re starving to start making dinner because you’ll probably be reaching for anything in your pantry at that point to hold you over until you’re done cooking in desperation. Or on a bigger scope of things, don’t wait to start anything in life. Don’t wait for permission, don’t wait for “the right time”, don’t wait for when things “feel right” because you’ll be stuck in the waiting room forever.

“Good things come to those who wait” some say, but waiting around doesn’t bring about good things, that’s luck. When you break it down, luck really favors those who take more chances and create opportunities for themselves. I think the saying should be changed to “Good things come to those who persevere.” The difference between waiting and persevering is that one lends itself to passivity  while the other requires the act of pursuit. Perseverance teaches you to be resourceful with what you have while you’re working towards what you don’t have (yet). If you want something you’ve never had, you must do something you’ve never done. What do you have and what do you need? What will you need to do in order to get it? Write it down and have a clear vision. If you come to a fork in the road, that’s really just a growth spurt in disguise; it’s there to teach you something. Listen to it, and cross that bridge. Whatever you do though, don’t neglect the relationships in your life. Those can be the fastest bridges to burn if you lead with too much haste. In the end make your move and don’t wait too long or it’ll taste a lot like the bottom of this empty dark chocolate wrapper. You may wish and wait all you want for it to reappear but you’re better off looking for food elsewhere.

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By the way, don’t get this chocolate, it wasn’t sweet or bitter. It was the most confusing piece of chocolate I’ve ever had.

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