Though this phrase--“coming out of the closet”- is often used in reference to LGBTQ individuals, I have realized that we all have to “come out” at some point in our lives. I understand “coming out” to mean announcing who you are in spite of what other people expected, assumed, raised, or hoped you to be.
Learning to wait is difficult but i am discovering that waiting and moving slowly allows us to see the miracle of the unfolding. It involves trusting that all things will happen in time. The caterpillar doesn't worry if it is going to become a butterfly, it will become the butterfly because that is what it is made to do. There is no need to rush the process, it will do nothing but cause stress and worry. What is more productive is to watch the process in amazement that we are already designed to grow, mature, blossom, and, eventually, FLY!
When I began to grow I could no longer listen to stories that I'd longed to listen to before. I could hear the lack of self-worth in her decision "give him one more chance," I could hear his internal rage in his daily gripe about his "stupid boss," and I could see the role she played in her money problems. I was no longer attracted to it. I just couldn't be around that $h@!. I wanted people who would support me in being my best-self. I needed more.