My recent post Tea With Waiting provoked some interesting discussion, both here and in my private life. I've spent the last week sitting with all of the input I've received as well as conversations with the man I mentioned in the post. And I realize that there's no waiting to be done, nor was I even being asked to wait. It is what it is and will be what it will be.
The angst I was feeling was my internal resistance against the idea of waiting for something I really want when so many of my past instances of waiting have lead to great disappointment. But it's okay. It's all okay. What was, was. What is, is. Sometimes you get what you want. Sometimes you don't. That's part of life. It's part of the acceptance that comes with being an adult. As one reader "ged" put it: "life just seems to work itself out if you let it". It was the "letting it" that I was struggling with.
So I invited waiting in, gave it tea, sat with the idea of it and see it now for what it is. I choose when to wait and how waiting will be for me. The reality is that everything unfolds in life in this eternal moment. There is no future to wait for. There is only now. And I'm finding that now is a pretty cool place to be.