I’ve usually felt more comfortable with mildly “bad news” than extended periods of “no news,” Not knowing. With bad news, I reasoned, I could always be engaged with devising a plan to make things better. I don’t know if well intended but fraught parental guidance to always be prepared for the worst damaged my psyche or not, but I’ve felt the need for practice re-framing periods of waiting. Practice thanking yourself for patience, for waiting for clarity before making a decision. Look at three events in your life and acknowledge yourself for taking concrete action when you knew what you wanted to do.