Reflecting, or wallowing?

I've been dwelling a lot on my current state of being. I'm having a hard time determining if I'm spending quiet time reflecting or just wallowing. Tonight, someone mentioned the scripture verse about breaking our hearts of stone and it got me thinking. My heart has been broken, and maybe right now, it's like a creature that's shed its old shell. We're just waiting for a new shell to form before I can find my place in this strange new world. Someone once compared these so-called stagnant times of our lives to a fallow field. On the surface, it seems that nothing is happening. But in the resting, the field is replenishing itself so that, in the future, it can yield a great harvest. I hope that's what happens. I want to bring a great harvest, though I don't yet know what it will be.