Sometimes I feel like a contractor building a demolished house from scratch. Engineers and architects are being consulted, land surveys are being completed, plans are being designed and redesigned, and permits being applied for—all long before the first footer is ever poured.
By the time the foundation is laid, it seems that an inordinate amount of time has elapsed. This house is taking forever to build!
Over the years with illness, I have grown more accustomed to being friendly with patience. Nothing in the world of illness happens all that quickly.
I haven’t always been so patient with my planning and desire for immediate results. In my 20’s, I would want the house built the day after the plans were approved. I would have been ready to paint and lay the flooring day two and ready to move in before a week was out. I spent much of my life getting way too far ahead of myself.
Now I don’t mind making sure the foundation is laid properly, so that the house will stand–long after I no longer live there. The structure and grounding is more important to me than the décor, and the time it has taken to make that solid will be well worth it.
As long as there is forward progress in the construction of it all, I am satisfied with where things are. For nearly seven years, the foundation has been in progress. Now the process of truly rebuilding something has begun.
The first part of the process—the minutia and the details—have been wonderful opportunities to develop a solid hold on what it is that is going to be built. Even that can be amended by the architect throughout the process, but the commitment to build here, upon a more solid foundation, has been made.
While I have no idea anymore just how the end result will look, I know it can be legendary!