Lately, I’ve been feeling stuck. It’s like I’m caught in a waiting pattern. I can’t go back and don’t know how to move forward. I don’t like not knowing what I’m supposed to do next.
My efforts at forcing this decision have met with absolute failure. It seems I’m meant to wait and see what’s next.
While doing some cleanup work at my site, I came across this post, The Value of Waiting, and it hit home for me! I wrote it in July, 2007, probably at a time when I was stuck:~)
It serves as a good reminder that we all have times of waiting; times we’re in-between places, but we usually find out way to our next destination. Evidently, I did in 2007!
I decided to share this edited version with you. Perhaps, if you’re feeling stuck or uncertain about where you’re going next, it will help you, like it helped me.
The Value of Waiting
I’m not good at waiting. I’m either eager to be on my way or ready to arrive. The time in between is usually spent impatiently.
A trip to an airport, however, taught me a lesson about waiting. I had agreed to pick up some friends, but their plane was delayed about an hour. I had fifty-million things to get done and waiting was not one of them! But I couldn’t leave my friends without a ride and so, I had no choice but to sit and wait.
Thinking this would be a quick stop and go; I hadn’t brought anything with me to keep me busy and didn’t want to buy a book or magazine. Instead, I tapped my foot anxiously on the floor totally absorbed in my own annoyance. But airports are busy places and gradually, I started to look around.
As this was an international airport, it was full of people from all over the world. At a bench nearby, a couple spoke rapidly in an Asian dialect. An Indian woman dressed in a beautifully decorated Sari gracefully walked by. Two children, holding their mother’s hands, chatted noisily n Spanish. All around me was a collage of different languages, colors, sizes and shapes.
I became so absorbed in the hustle and bustle of the airport, it took me a moment to hear the announcement that my friends’ plane had arrived. As I stood at the arrival gate, it hit me I had thoroughly enjoyed my wait.
I realized there are always times when my life journey will stop and I have to wait for it to start up again. You know what I’m talking about; those “in between” times in life when you’re not sure how long the wait will be or even what’s next on the journey. They make me anxious and I usually try to push my way through them.
Waiting at the airport, however, showed me I have choices about facing these “in between” times of waiting. I can experience these times with anxiety, impatience or even anger or simply enjoy the wait. I can also use them as an opportunity to take a deep breath, appreciate where I’ve been, and rest until my journey begins again. And it will begin again. It always does.
“Patience is the ability to count down before you blast off.” Author Unknown
What about you?
Has there been a time when you were forced to “wait” in your life? Care to share?
How do you handle the moments when you’re forced to “wait” whether it’s a real wait, like in a traffic jam, or a metaphoric “wait” in your life? Are you the calm type who goes with the flow or impatient, like me?
How do your own writings help YOU when you’re struggling with something in your life?