As a child, didn’t we always seem to be waiting for something? We waited for Christmas or summer vacation. It seemed to take forever to arrive and then they were over before we knew it. We waited for birthdays, especially the one that allowed us to see an R rated movie, get a driver’s license or buy a drink.
As we got older we still waited for things, things that seemed more important than movies, and over the years we developed patience as well the ability to deal with disappointment. Sometimes that patience serves us well and sometimes it doesn’t, and some disappointment weighs heavier than others.
I am waiting for something. It is by no means a life altering event, just something I am hoping will happen. I know, approximately, when the waiting will end and for now I just try not to think about it. That is my way of being patient and not getting my hopes up. If this thing I’m waiting for doesn’t happen, I will be disappointed but not devastated. I know you can’t accomplish anything if you don’t at least try. And if you fail you still learn from that failure. I truly believe you can’t grow as a person if you don’t experience any failures during your lifetime.
My waiting will end sometime near the end of March and if the news is good I will share it. In the meantime the waiting is the hardest part, and in this case, will be probably be harder to endure than the disappointment.