I’m getting better at waiting.
Waiting for a doctor. Waiting at the lab. Waiting for test results. Waiting for class to start. Waiting on my kids while taxiing them around town. Waiting on medications to be delivered. Waiting for someone to call. Waiting.
In days of yore, when I tried to run my life with a honed efficiency, waiting used to frustrate me.
Today, I’ve become much more patient in this regard. I’m also generally much better prepared for waiting. I travel everywhere with my smartphone and a book.
Recently, I found myself in downtown Toronto waiting to meet up with someone. For the first time in a long time, I had neither my phone with me nor a book. I had no pen or paper to write. I had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do but wait. As I sat there waiting, I actually enjoyed “people watching”. The steady stream of business men and women, young students, some tourists, homeless folks, bicycle couriers, etc. The odd person would exchange glances with me – perhaps drawn to my “frozen mask” or my dyskenesis but most just walked on by as you might expect.
I didn’t have to wait too long. Perhaps 5 or 10 minutes before the person I was to meet arrived. Yet, in that short period, I came to realize that, at times, I can actually enjoy waiting. It’s a small window to slow things down. To take a physical or mental break. Just enjoy checking things out as the world passes by.
Or perhaps, crush a few heads.