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Are we there yet?


Are we there yet?

 In these strange times, do you sometimes wake and ask yourself the question: Are we there yet? 
Do you remember those journeys with our parents when all we wanted was to get to our destination? The journey was the most tedious part and it seemed like it would never end. We might never get there, wherever there was.
Patience is a hard taskmaster but if we will sit under its tutelage we will emerge better, stronger, more resilient, kinder, less impatient with ourselves and with others and see the beauty more easily in the imperfect around us. Enjoy the small moments of wonder and revel in minor achievements and simply be instead of waiting impatiently for that which may take longer than we would like it to.  
Are we there yet? Maybe we will never be there, wherever there may be. Maybe there is here and now …

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