Good Things Take Time

My last post I wrote about time…And this post I’m doing it again.

I noticed for the past year and a half I have really given time a great deal of thought.

Mainly me trying to figure out how to be a more patient person.

<<< True story >>>

About a year ago I went with my family and family friends to the Mandarin, in Bountiful, for the yummiest Chinese food. So. Good. If you’re not already there you’re late and missing out!

Anyways, we were opening fortune cookies. During dinner our family friends had been talking about their upcoming trip to Cancun. I turned to my mom right before I opened my fortune cookie and said, “Whatever this says determines if you will send me to Cancun with them.” She foolishly agreed.

*Opens cookie*

“Exciting travels are in your near future.”

I’ve never whipped my head around to smile at my mom so fast. She was not amused and the only trip I got from her was my ride back home to Logan.

When we got home my Grandma Lila had called (like she does every night) she asked to speak with me.

She gave me her usual, “So Autumn what boys are you dating this week? When are you going to get married?”

I told her, “Grandma, there is one more fortune cookie here from dinner and I had good luck with the last one, maybe this one will work for you. Whatever this fortune cookie says will determine if I find a boy in the next 6 months.”

*Opens cookie*

“Good things take time.”

HA. Good one fortune cookie. I am envisioning the lady from Freaky Friday messing with me…

And that thought has stuck with me since then. And while I wait for good things to take time I’ve been figuring out how to more fully enjoy the time now. It helps when you have amazing weekends like this last one.

I got to spend ample time with family laughing till we couldn’t breathe and enjoying the outdoors. Saturday couldn’t have been a more beautiful day.

We got Grandma Elaine, ahem 89 years old, up to ski her usual couple of runs once a ski season. She killed it. She even got a picture with some scantily clothed boys. She might not admit it straight to your face, but she loved every second around those “great bodies” as she would put it.

Lunch was classily served and grilled on the back of a truck tailgate…as everyone should experience at least once in their life.

It’s moments like this one when you suddenly pause and see the world spin around you. You watch your loved ones laugh and smile and the sun shine. You know you’ll look back on this memory and hold onto it forever.

Learning how to be happy in the now can sometimes be hard, especially if you’re like me and always worrying and trying to plan for the future.

I’ve learned you gotta have faith that if it’s gonna happen, it will happen. Not a second sooner, not a second later.

I still have miles for improvement on patience… but that doesn’t mean you stop trying. Surround yourself with good people, make some changes in your life to grow, and keep working hard with a smile on your face.

Good things truly take time. The more you enjoy the journey along the way, the better the good things will be and the sweeter they will seem.

First week: Salty City

Moving to Salt Lake City

Monday 7^th: Pack up my car (CHUCK FULL OF CRAP I REALLY DON’T NEED). Right before I leave Cache Valley my car decides to have a full on childish tantrum and the check engine light turns on. 5 hours and a good chunk of cash towards the car to be fixed later, I finally get to SLC. Get all my stuff moved into my room up three flights of stairs. Panting and sweating and I was already crying cause I’m realizing I’m adulting and missing home. WIMP.

Envisions Edna Mode from Incredibles slapping me.

“Pull yourself together, you are Elastagirl!”

Continues unloading stuff. Had just stopped crying. Open my nightstand drawer to find a bag of chocolate kisses from mom. Start crying all over.

Tuesday 8^th: Put work location into GPS (mentally laughs cause y’all know I’m going to need this GPS to get anywhere, even 5 miles away).

Start new job and I’m the newbie in the office. Feeling socially awkward and finding my place at work. So much to learn… Thinking “What in the hell did I even learn in college?? The people at work are chill and they took me to lunch my first day, winning.  

Wednesday 9^th: A blur.

Thursday 10^th: Work was harder, my first real experience driving/stuck in traffic. Almost get in a crash with some crazy that won’t stay on their side of the road. Start crying before I even get home. Call dad. Sob some more. He laughs and tells me everything will be fine.

Friday 11^th: Go to Spitz for an amzing dinner with cousins. Someone tries to commit suicide from the building next to us. Wide-eyed and feel sad for them the rest of the night.

Saturday 12th: Best day ever in SLC with cousins, aka the forever friends that can’t get away even if they wanted to cause we blood. Walked in Irish Parade with some huge dogs, ate the most delicious croissant thing from some bakery, shop (find amazing jeans), picnic at cute park—dogs everywhere and OMG they’re all so cute, go to Living Planet Aquarium, visit IKEA, get ice cream. My heart is happy to see my cousins, especially little Breck and his smile. They bring him when I'm the fifth wheel and I adore it. 

Sunday 13^th: A Sunday well spent brings a week of content. AMEN. Connect instantly with girl in ward on the first day and we’re friends now. She invites me to game night and I meet more awesome people.

Calls mom and cries that I made a new friend. Like elementary school all over.

<<<< Second week in SLC >>>>

I feel more confident in myself. Still trying to figure out my place at work, in the city, and in general what dang lane I need to be in on the freeway. Sigh.

What a difference a week makes in life.

A day.

An hour.

A minute.

A second.

Time is moving all around you whether you like it or not. It’s gonna keep on keeping on and so are you. You take time at your own pace and figure out what you need to do.

You’re going to figure out the best way you know how to handle time and change. You’re going to have sucky days and happy days and that’s life.

Along the path through time and change you find what makes you happy, feel confident, what matters most, and who’s in your corner rooting for you.

Those are the things you hold on to when time and change aren’t so fun. Those are the things that get you through.