It
is hard to wait. It provokes a
variety of emotions including boredom, annoyance, depression, anger, and
frustration. Waiting demands
surrender. If you are waiting, it
is because the situation is outside of your control. Consequently, waiting is one of those few real-life
situations where surrender seems appropriate. Sometimes to fight is to lose. Hard thing, though...surrender.
Like most people, I hate to wait. I am impulsive, short-tempered, and quick thinking. I remember when I was in the early grades at school and I would get in trouble during those group read-out-loud projects where everyone in class had to take a turn reading out loud. We were expected to patiently wait our turn and follow the other readers in the book. That was problematic for me. I could not wait. I would read ahead while others struggled with the words. Then I would lose my place when it was once again my turn to read out loud. I would have no idea where everyone else was reading. That would infuriate the nuns. Busted. Waiting seemed counterintuitive to me then and it still does, but there are times when it is unavoidable. My Catholic parents might have told me hard times are good for my immortal soul. Buddhism would support that idea. It is the hard times that test you, challenge you, enable you to withstand more than you thought you could. Blah, blah, blah… I’m sick of waiting.
We waited for inspections (general house, termite, pool) and subsequent reports the past couple of weeks. They found some stuff wrong with the house and the pool; fixable things, but pricey. Now we are waiting for negotiations with the bank to take place to either get them to either lower the price or fix the problems. That means we are also waiting to know if we need to rescind our offer and move on and start all over again. Oh, and the wifi in the vacation resort is awful - unreliable and as slow as dial-up sometimes. We are always waiting on internet connections, or we just give up and wait until we go to M's house to catch up on Facebook or answer emails. We are staying about 35 minutes from M and her family, so the drive there and back is all about waiting to get someplace. We waited two days for the resort people to fix a minor plumbing issue. A lot of our mail is still being forwarded, so we wait and wait for mail which we have to drive 35 minutes to pick up at our PO Box. We had to wait for over a week for new checks to arrive from our new bank. Moving is rife with waiting opportunities. Buying a house, too. I could go on and on. Aren't you glad I am going to stop now?
On that damn bright side, it is warm enough to swim in a pool now. We have already been in M & MV's pool with the kids. It is so much fun. N is 2 years old and just as cute as can be. He wears a little swimming tube that looks like a yellow tutu. SOOOO hilarious and darling. E is 10 and is growing and maturing in leaps and bounds. Occasionally she forgets she is a complicated, negative, goth-queen tween and manages to laugh out loud at something ridiculous and uncool. That warms my heart. I hate the waiting game, but it is worth it to be with my family. It is worth it to play with our grandchildren. Neither T nor I are particularly mature; we splash around and misbehave like crazy with the kids in the pool. They love it. We do, too. In fact, we are waiting now to go there and play in the pool today. I can't wait.
Like most people, I hate to wait. I am impulsive, short-tempered, and quick thinking. I remember when I was in the early grades at school and I would get in trouble during those group read-out-loud projects where everyone in class had to take a turn reading out loud. We were expected to patiently wait our turn and follow the other readers in the book. That was problematic for me. I could not wait. I would read ahead while others struggled with the words. Then I would lose my place when it was once again my turn to read out loud. I would have no idea where everyone else was reading. That would infuriate the nuns. Busted. Waiting seemed counterintuitive to me then and it still does, but there are times when it is unavoidable. My Catholic parents might have told me hard times are good for my immortal soul. Buddhism would support that idea. It is the hard times that test you, challenge you, enable you to withstand more than you thought you could. Blah, blah, blah… I’m sick of waiting.
We waited for inspections (general house, termite, pool) and subsequent reports the past couple of weeks. They found some stuff wrong with the house and the pool; fixable things, but pricey. Now we are waiting for negotiations with the bank to take place to either get them to either lower the price or fix the problems. That means we are also waiting to know if we need to rescind our offer and move on and start all over again. Oh, and the wifi in the vacation resort is awful - unreliable and as slow as dial-up sometimes. We are always waiting on internet connections, or we just give up and wait until we go to M's house to catch up on Facebook or answer emails. We are staying about 35 minutes from M and her family, so the drive there and back is all about waiting to get someplace. We waited two days for the resort people to fix a minor plumbing issue. A lot of our mail is still being forwarded, so we wait and wait for mail which we have to drive 35 minutes to pick up at our PO Box. We had to wait for over a week for new checks to arrive from our new bank. Moving is rife with waiting opportunities. Buying a house, too. I could go on and on. Aren't you glad I am going to stop now?
On that damn bright side, it is warm enough to swim in a pool now. We have already been in M & MV's pool with the kids. It is so much fun. N is 2 years old and just as cute as can be. He wears a little swimming tube that looks like a yellow tutu. SOOOO hilarious and darling. E is 10 and is growing and maturing in leaps and bounds. Occasionally she forgets she is a complicated, negative, goth-queen tween and manages to laugh out loud at something ridiculous and uncool. That warms my heart. I hate the waiting game, but it is worth it to be with my family. It is worth it to play with our grandchildren. Neither T nor I are particularly mature; we splash around and misbehave like crazy with the kids in the pool. They love it. We do, too. In fact, we are waiting now to go there and play in the pool today. I can't wait.
