I want the mess to shake out in the same day it begins. I want to be great at my job a month after I start. I want the webseries I began to be done, my pilot idea to be written, and my heart to feel secure in knowing I'm loved.
Life is process. I tell myself again and again that it's true, but my feelings swell up and swamp my reason. I have to walk myself back, answer all of the frantic questions building up as panic in my chest, and say, "One day at a time. It's going to be okay."
I sincerely believe that. It always turns out better than I could have planned. When I look back after the fact, I see that I've been made stronger, learned a key lesson, would never have met this person or that: critical parts of life that enabled dreams and skills. The feelings in the interim are strong, and they are real; but that doesn't always mean that they're true.
You need tell yourself the truth -- about yourself, the world, your dreams, and your relationships, and you might need to do it daily; but that's not an end to hope. That's life, and it's a process.