The concept of waiting is fascinating to me. The feeling of anticipation. Of not knowing, but only hoping. Of living in the now, while looking to the future. Waiting in life is a little like waiting in line. Always looking ahead to see if the line is moving but standing still all the same. Choosing to stand silently or making friends with those around you. Choosing to wait and complain or enjoy the company and the time you have in the meantime.

Waiting is a choice I have realized. A choice to enjoy or to commiserate with. A choice to be active in your waiting or to keep holding yourself back until that day comes. Waiting can be fun. It can be enjoyable. It can also be miserable. All are valid. All can be true at once. And yet waiting will still be waiting, nonetheless.

So, what have I learned from this? What have I taken from waiting for a partner, for the perfect job, for all the right friends and hobbies, for the perfect weight, the perfect place, from standing in line? What I’ve learned is that waiting will always suck. Waiting will take time. It can’t be sped up or slowed down. Waiting will still be there whether I like it or not. And more than anything waiting can be a blessing and maybe sometimes even enjoyable along the way. But waiting also never has to be done alone. And that I think is the most important thing I’ve learned.