I trust in the timing of the universe.

Bulbs go into the ground in October and nothing happens for months. Dig one up in January to check on it and you've ended the whole experiment.

Some things in your life are at that stage. Not stalled — underground. The difference is invisible from where you're standing, which is exactly what makes it uncomfortable.

Trusting the timing doesn't mean every delay was secretly a gift. It means not pulling things up to inspect them. Keep watering. Keep doing the small maintenance the situation asks for.

What's ready arrives on its own schedule, not the one you've been refreshing.