The waiting game

Woody Allen once said: "90 percent of life is just showing up."

Now, as much as I love the bumbling, stammering schlub that is Woody Allen, I would have to respectfully disagree.

I'd say 50 percent is more like it. The other half is waiting.

I am in a current state of waiting. For what, you may ask. A lot, I answer. A lot of things.

I'm waiting for the phone to ring.
I'm waiting for an email.
I'm waiting for a signal that I can finally move on.

I'm waiting for that windfall.
I'm waiting for that negative sign to turn into a positive sign.
I'm waiting for my world to change.

Sorry to be so cryptic. Waiting sucks. I am feeling a bit down in the dumpster and it ain't feeling good. But I know just like any bad season, this will run its course and move away and pester someone else.

The flip side to this is I become more insightful. I have the chance to take a peek at my insides and see what's really going on there. In times like this, I have no choice but to be hopeful. And grateful. I look around me and I know there's a lot to be thankful for. I guess that is the purpose of this post. A written reminder that compared to a lot of people, I have a lot. A whole lot. And that with each step I take, I have to remember to be brave and hopeful and thankful and gleefully trudge on.

In the meantime, I wait. And pray. And hope. And work harder.

I hope in your own waiting game, whatever it is your heart is yearning for, you will remain resilient, intrepid and always, always utterly fabulous.

So now, we all wait.