Is there a difference between waiting and being patient?
I think there may be, depending on our orientation.
For many of us, waiting has a sense of being static and outward focussed. Who or what are we waiting for?
Whereas being patient may be about our inner attitude. Holding something until it’s ripe or ready to bloom.
For me, being patient is surrendering to the inner work.
And while waiting does require an inner intention, I’m still waiting for something else to happen. Something that is outside of me and beyond my control.
How about you?
And does it matter?