06/05/2026
Looking at the calendar, I saw that today is National Donut Day, which caught my attention for the obvious reason.
I love a good donut.
And also because one of my favorite lines has always been: “When God handed out patience, I thought He said donuts.”
Based on my love of all things glazed or cinnamon-sugared, we can all guess which line I went to!! 🍩
As I’ve gotten older, though, I’ve had to flip that story a bit. These days, I’m working on fewer donuts and a little more patience, which feels wise for my brain but a bit sad for my taste buds.
Patience has never been my most naturally gifted spiritual “fruit.” I appreciate it in theory. I admire it in other people. I understand its value on a deep and mature level, but also…could things please hurry up and work out beautifully by, say, Tuesday?
Midlife has a way of testing that particular muscle.
We wait for answers, timing, energy, healing, confidence, opportunity, support, and the mental bandwidth to deal with whatever we’ve been avoiding.
We wait for our bodies to cooperate, our businesses to grow, our finances to stabilize, our relationships to make sense, and our next move to become wildly obvious before we take it.
And somewhere in all that waiting, it is easy to assume nothing is happening.
But I’m learning that a waiting season is not always an empty season. Sometimes it is where we become more discerning, more honest, more grounded, and less willing to force what no longer fits.
Sometimes patience is not passivity. Sometimes it is the space where we stop grabbing at every possible answer and start noticing the one that actually supports who we are now.
So in honor of National Donut Day, I’m asking a better question than, “Am I behind?”
I’m asking:
What is this season teaching me while I wait?
Because patience is a worthwhile virtue, even for those of us who may have originally wandered into the donut line by mistake.
What are you learning to wait for with a little more wisdom these days?
And would a maple bar make it worth the wait? 😉