I feel likeÂ the oxymoron of waiting.Â I do it enough that I should be good at it.
I spend time waiting in too many doctor’s offices (or is it just enough?).Â I’m waiting to get healthy.Â I’m waiting to walk properly.Â I’m waiting for Prince Charming—or at least his horse to show up.Â I wait for evidence that exercise and healthy eating make a difffernce. Some days I spend lots of time waiting for planes, trains and automobiles.Â Once they arrive, I wait longer to get to where I’m going.
I wait for the mood to strike to get things done.Â I wait for the next email that allows me to complete a plan.Â I wait for my new computer to arrive.
I wait.Â Over and over and over again.
I’m not particularly good at it if you equate waiting with being still.Â I may be physically still (never had a problem with that!) but generally my mind is going.Â My favorite way to pass the time while I wait alone?Â Reading.Â I read at the doctors’ offices, I read on the plane.Â When I’m not driving, I read in the car.Â The bathroom has a stack of reading material in it.Â The bedroom is no exception either.
I have to be busy while I wait.
Today I’m participating in The Gypsy Mama’s 5 Minute Friday.Â I think I may do this fairly regularly.Â Â Go visit and check out the other entries here.
photo courtesy of lusi
6 Responses to “On Waiting”