My husband had surgery last week (it went very well!), and as I waited for him I was reminded how strange a place a waiting room is. Not necessarily in a bad way at all; it just feels like time has stopped. You know that the only reason you are there is to wait, and you can occupy yourself until your waiting is over; BUT it is hard to live in the moment when you are away from the action and presented with the hard work of waiting.
"Hard work?! Waiting? No way!"
Seriously! I only just recently became attached to the idea of waiting as hard work. It really resonates with me, though - truly existing, being fully oneself, and still accepting the questions of waiting is very difficult. And filling the waiting with constant noise or busyness can cloud the mind and stall growth. Dealing with thoughts and emotions as they come across your mind allows you to be prepared for the resolution of your waiting - growth happens in waiting, and growth is not easy or simple. Waiting is hard work!
I am reminded that life is what is happening right now, and the act of waiting for the next life event is hard to integrate into a balanced and healthy life - dating, marriage, pregnancy, children - each event is something to look forward to, but be careful that you don't just look forward instead of choosing to look around and experience.
