Time. It’s a tricky critter. We’re all either trying to find more it. Or lamenting the fact it’s not passing fast enough.
Hurry up and wait. Who among us hasn’t heard that once or twice. . .or twenty times? It’s one of those sayings that is burned into the back our brains. The constant push-pull of our journey through life. Most days, I’m fine with that. Because, hey, it’s the journey that’s most important. . .where all the learning takes place. . .all the fun too.
Yeah, right. It is. . .absolutely.
But, man, sometimes it’s a challenge, isn’t it? All that waiting.
The trick, I guess--where the real magic comes in--is refusing to surrender to the idea that waiting means staying still, remaining static. . .circling the runway in a holding pattern where nothing gets done and frustration skyrockets.
I could be the poster child for that attitude if I chose to be. I’m the NOW girl. The impatient one. . .the “Okay, when, when, when?” monster if I let myself.
But, being that way is a choice. And I choose a different path. One where I keep moving, muscling ahead in the hopes that when the “NOW” really happens (and I just know it will!) I’ll be ready for it. I’ll meet that sucker head on and kick its a**.
So, yeah. No way I’m standing still. I’ve got my boxing gloves on and the heavy bag to hit. And the more time I have, the stronger my jab, left cross and uppercut’s gonna be when opportunity comes knocking.