Saint Francis de Sales, is my favorite Saint, not because Francis is my middle name, and also I would like to think my parents felt it important to name me after by grandfather and my father whose middle names are Francis. Maybe they also put some thought into what an incredible Saint Francis de Sales is and that I could share the privilege of having his name. (If you can’t tell by now in reading this blog, I am Catholic). However, I promise in this post I won’t go on about Saint Francis, or how awesome I think our current Pope is (Francis—too), or discuss the debate over the Body and Blood of Christ, unless you would like (and I am willing). This post is about a lovely St. Francis quotation I have held close to my heart the past two years: “Have patience with all things, but first of all with yourself”
Over the last few years I have wished to forget, move on, find love, move away--anything that required rushing everything. I learned I can’t rush my life, I have to have patience, but most importantly, I have to be patient with myself. When learning to move on from an event like I did, I ignored my feelings the first six months or so, to the point where my friends and family were walking on egg shells around me waiting for me to snap. Well, let me tell you when I did finally “snap” as you would say, it was the ugliest cry and worst feeling of my life. I felt as though I needed to learn how to do life all over again, but that’s when I read the wise words of Saint Francis reminding me that patience with myself is most important. I am allowed to struggle, but I must have patience with the struggle and love myself before I can love anyone else.
My advice to you is be brave walking the path in front of you, and most importantly breathe. Your journey is a beautiful one.
Over the last few years I have wished to forget, move on, find love, move away--anything that required rushing everything. I learned I can’t rush my life, I have to have patience, but most importantly, I have to be patient with myself. When learning to move on from an event like I did, I ignored my feelings the first six months or so, to the point where my friends and family were walking on egg shells around me waiting for me to snap. Well, let me tell you when I did finally “snap” as you would say, it was the ugliest cry and worst feeling of my life. I felt as though I needed to learn how to do life all over again, but that’s when I read the wise words of Saint Francis reminding me that patience with myself is most important. I am allowed to struggle, but I must have patience with the struggle and love myself before I can love anyone else.
My advice to you is be brave walking the path in front of you, and most importantly breathe. Your journey is a beautiful one.