I've been trying to force way too much lately. When that happens (which, let's face it, is often), I take myself to my roots (literally). I go to the garden. I think of seeds planted, flowers slowly finding their way open, and I think, 'what would happen if you were to force this?'
We know the answer to that--every kid, during that pea-growing experiment in fourth grade, can't help but pull the seed husk off of at least one seedling as it pokes its way out of the earth. What happens? The poor plant, not yet ready for the exposure, wilts, grows weak, or dies all together.
We want to help; our intentions are good, but forcing is never the answer. You push time, just like that little pea plant, and it wilts under the harsh reality that nature can be if one is not sufficiently hardened to it.
So. Until then, I remind myself, just breathe. Just keep finding the sun, the moon, sleeping and waking, feeding and walking, and weather yourself for the world to come.