For me the hardest seasons are the ones of stillness, of waiting. The times when you want bullet points and progress and contingency plans, and that quiet voice says again, Wait.
It’s that wise reluctance. Wait.
It’s the opposite of procrastinating, those times when you know the answer, but you put it off—for reasons you’ll figure out tomorrow.
This kind of waiting happens when you don’t know the right answer. Or the timing isn’t right yet. Or your bank account is still too empty. It’s the opposite of Carpe Diem. It’s sit on the carpet for a while and play with Legos.
Or bake a loaf of bread, as the case may be.