When we returned, we were just a week and a half from my husband leaving for a trip, and I got little done that week, either—waiting for him to leave.
While he was gone, I did almost no writing. I was distracted, I was working in odd places at odd times around the extra tasks that fell to me while he was gone. I was waiting for him to return.
Now he’s back, and I feel stuck in the habit of waiting.
I fear I’m stuck in the Waiting Place, as Dr. Seuss so eloquently described it:
“…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.”
Yep, I’m stuck in the waiting place.
It can be a hard place to get out of, but I learned many years ago that waiting rarely brings what you want.
It was in Peace Corps in Panama. My husband and I had been out with our local Corregidor (mayor), Fermín, and were returning to our village by bus. As we waited for the bus, it started to pour. We waited for hours, and when the bus finally came past, it didn’t even stop—it was too full already. The next bus might be hours, or might not come at all, so we decided to just walk, in spite of the rain. Fifteen minutes later, when we were thoroughly soaked, we heard another bus coming up behind us. Fermín smiled and said, “If you don’t walk, the bus won’t come.”
I took that as an important life lesson.
And now, I need to step out into the rain and stop waiting.