The Waiting Game

Hi my friend,

It's the end of the school year 
here in Latvia.

And I'm tired.

But also… 
so happy to be done.

These past few weeks have felt like
I've been the personal assistant to three
very important people who,
let's be honest, 
don't actually want to do 
anything on their schedules.

So not only was I constantly 
keeping track of where each child 
needed to be, and when…

I was also endlessly reminding them
that even though summer is close,
we're not quite there yet.

There were still things to do.
Assignments to finish.
Mornings to show up for.

And it got me thinking…

How often do I feel this same 
energy in my own life?

There's a part of me 
that always wants to know - 
when will it happen?

When will my quiet dreams 
start blooming?
When will the thing 
I'm hoping for finally 
happen?

That impatient whisper of 
when? when? when?

But now I wonder…
Would knowing actually help?

If someone told me 
the exact day my dream would arrive - 
would I keep showing up 
the same way?

Would I still give it 
my all?

Or would I just… 
wait for the Summer?

Because what if 
it's the not-knowing that 
actually moves us?

That keeps us growing.
That carries us forward.

What if…
it's the uncertainty 
that keeps our feet on 
the path?

So if you're feeling 
a little uncertain, a little doubtful… 
that's okay.

I'm right there with you, 
walking through the 
questions.

We don't have to rush.
We just have to keep 
showing up.

With love,
Elina