In Its Own Time.
For years the phrase was empty – until the dreams she had released arrived, at exactly the moment she could carry them.
A few days before this post, Bella asked her readers what the phrase “everything in its own time” meant to them – and whether it meant anything at all. For years, she says here, it meant nothing to her. This is the story of how it stopped being empty.
The hinge of it is one sentence: at the moment she came to terms with her unmet dreams and let them go, she met her husband. The Art of Letting Go describes exactly that movement – releasing isn't giving up, and it opens what grasping holds shut. But she goes one step further: the years of waiting weren't a delay. They were the time it took to gather herself into someone who could carry what she'd asked for.
She ends by turning the question back to you. It's worth sitting with.
There's a phrase: “everything in its own time”. And for many years it meant nothing to me, it was completely empty. And in fact it gave me nothing.
For many years I dreamed of getting married. Or rather, not just of getting married, but of meeting my man, my love, becoming one whole, one family with trust, love, and respect in it. Of course, I dreamed of children. But for a very long time none of this was in my life.
And at some point, I suppose, I came to terms with it and let go of those dreams of marriage, of children. And at exactly that moment I met my husband – my future husband, back then.
Right now I'm at a point I never even dreamed of – everything turned out better than I could have imagined. And I also understand that never in my life could I have entered such a wonderful marriage any earlier.
Now is exactly the right time for my marriage. I understand that ten years ago I wouldn't have handled pregnancy as easily as I did now. About the birth I'll say nothing at all – I think back then I simply couldn't have given birth.
And motherhood is going very well for me now. Yes, there are difficulties, sleepless nights and all the rest, but emotionally it's easy for me. And I understand that if I had become a mom earlier, my child would have been emotionally broken, because back then I myself was as if shattered into a million pieces.
And I needed all that time to gather myself, to reset, to learn, to study, to forgive, to understand, to completely rethink my life and my vision.
And only now can I be a good mom. Now I can be her support, I can give her the maximum of what I have.
And the phrase “everything in its own time” has come to resonate with me so much… I understand that I'm grateful to the Universe, to God, to the Creator – I don't know what to call it – for everything happening exactly when it was meant to happen. Because if it had happened just a little earlier, everything would have been completely different.
About “later” I don't know. But, again, coming back to the title of today's stream of thoughts – everything in its own time.
And I'm very curious to know: have there been moments in your life when this phrase resonated this strongly?
Thank you for reading.
If her words reached somewhere mine don't – good. That's what this blog is for. Take what fits and leave the rest.
– Jan