I have an analogy to draw.

Bear with me.

Matthew is breastfed, and one of the technical aspects of breastfeeding is something called the "let down". The milk has to let down into the nipple in order for the baby to eat.

Sometimes when Matt's hungry, he gets impatient and flails and fusses...even when he's on the breast. It's because he's not getting any milk yet, because mom hasn't let down.

The only way he can get the milk is to keep sucking until the let down happens and he gets a supply. If he's too frantic to eat now he risks not eating at all because he won't suck enough to get the milk flowing.

This is exactly what I'm doing in my life. Assuming that things will happen eventually, and that keeping at it is the key, I'm doing all kinds of worrying and flailing and getting frantic, and whipping myself into a frenzy about how I'm not getting anywhere (after a month)...and all it's doing it making it harder to focus on the eventual reality of pay off.

Okay, so maybe it's not a perfect analogy, but it works for me.

Staying calm sucks.

More accurately: I suck at staying calm.