There is an awkward tension in that line on the Chalkboard today, “Waiting sharpens the truth ahead.”
Patience is supposed to be noble, virtuous, the sort of thing our grampa preaches about from his rocking chair. Let’s not bullshit ourselves here. The clock isn’t slowing down for any of us. Every sunrise comes a minute later, every sunset a minute earlier and the truth doesn't sharpen with time. It isn’t some grand revelation waiting at the end of the rainbow. It is the simple stuff that we have been circling for decades.
We wait for a “better moment.”
We wait for “after the holidays.”
We wait for the New Year like it is a magic reset button.
...But you and I both know the New Year doesn’t hand out miracles.
It doesn’t bring goodness wrapped in a bow, and it sure as hell doesn’t fix the parts of us that we have ignored for eleven months. January 1st shows up whether we are ready or not. All it really offers is a clean slate... nothing more, nothing less.
The truth is sharpened long before the ball drops. It is sharpened in the way we handle disappointment, in the way we get back up, in the way we love the people who rely on us. Especially on the days when we are bone ass tired.
Maybe patience isn’t about waiting for a moment to change. Maybe it’s about giving yourself enough quiet to hear what is already there. A New Year doesn’t deliver truth; it just turns the lights back on so you can see what you have been avoiding.
Forty-eight days until that calendar flips into 2026. Don’t wait for it to save you. Use the time to sharpen what already matters: your work, your purpose, your kids, your faith in something bigger than all this useless noise.
The truth ahead doesn't feel sorry for itself and it sure as hell doesn't wallow in the mud.
