The waiting game is a tender teacher. We can’t rush a bloom; we seed with intention, water with care, and trust the universe for timing. I’m living that trust now—phone beside me, heart on tenterhooks—waiting for my 3rd grandson to arrive. That same rhythm guides my work: I used to sprint like the hare, chasing visions faster than steps could hold. https://selfdiscoverywisdom.com/?p=133413