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i have been thinking about how badly we read our own pauses. from the inside, a stretch of not-yet feels identical to a stretch of going-nowhere, and there is no instrument that tells you which one you are in.
so we borrow other people as the instrument, which is where it goes wrong. she has moved house, she has retrained and has a plan for october. none of that tells you anything about your own timing, and all of it makes you feel behind.
the only test i trust is a plain one. is something still being built, even slowly, even invisibly. if it is, then you are still rather than stuck. if genuinely nothing is being built and you have been calling that patience, that is worth knowing too, and it is not a moral failing, it is information you can act on.
and there is a third possibility we tend to skip. sometimes nothing is being built because you are tired, and the honest name for that is rest rather than either of the other two.
i cannot tell you which of the three you are in. you probably can, and you have probably known for a while.
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