I seldom have sleep issues. A couple of nights ago I did. I was awake until almost 5 AM. I suppose if I had been carousing and running the roads, I would have been okay with this.

 I wasn’t – I was lying a bed and waiting for sleep to catch up.

 I had to smile even in such a depleted state. I realized I had spent a large, perhaps largest part of my life waiting for something or someone. I suppose that is true of most of us if we carefully define waiting. For me it is the process of spending time in anticipation of something to happen.
That something can be the arrival of a friend, a pot to boil or sleep to suddenly and most of the time unexpectedly to come. The list is endless.

 Waiting for CA to safely return from a night as a nurse in Hospice House. Waiting for the doctor to call me in. Waiting for the coffee to “make” and the mail to come. The most agonizing waiting for me was the long restless wait for a child to come in from some late night adventure. The mind plays heartlessly with you during these vigils and nothing feels as sweet as the sound of the car in the drive or the key in the lock.

 Some of the more pleasant waits for me have been at bus stops in the early years and for transportation in general throughout my life. As a teen, I spent many hours at a bus stop. It was my mode of transportation in our one car family. One night as I was waiting for the bus to take me to my Dorothy Lamour Official Guitar Lesson downtown this girl I sort of knew at school came up to wait with me. She was a squarishly built girl, not altogether unattractive with a head full of blonde curly hair. She said Hi, and I said Hi and smiled. She said as though the thought was hanging there from the rafters, “You have very nice white teeth”. That stirred something in me I was not used to being disturbed in such a public setting, and all I could come up with was a truthful, “You do too”.

 We continued waiting in halting English as we explained what our destinations were. She was impressed that I was “studying” the guitar. I was dreaming guitar not studying it. Waiting is like that.

 I have decided that waiting and learning how to wait creatively, is a good skill to develop. I find that in order to have a good waiting experience one needs to be prepared. I never go without pencil and paper, book to read and these days some telephony equipment or computing device. I can read, write and be in touch. Of course, if the situation allows it, I can catch a few Z’s as well.

 I should mention driving. Driving is a form of waiting as well. I listen to audio books as a way of “using” the time well. I read more that way than any other these days. Then there is the old standby of just letting my mind ramble along with the trip. I suppose some warning should be posted: Do not operate machinery while mind rambling.

 All in all, waiting is not the drag it could be as long as you are in control of the conditions of the wait. Never give up control of the waiting experience. Do it your way and enjoy it. And don’t forget to smile.

 Be well. And stay tuned.

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