It’s amazing how much of our lives we spend waiting. We wait in lines at the airport, in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, or on a weekend trip stuck in traffic. I’m sure if we add up all the hours it would come to a staggering amount of time wasted. So if they say that good things come to those who wait, then I’m thinking that right about now most people should be expecting some pretty good things headed their way. I would like to think I’m one of them.
About a month ago I badly rolled my ankle playing a game with a football and have had my patience tested as it heals. I have been unable to teach my Zumba classes, which is something that I love doing. I have been forced to slow down and become more sedentary, which is not something I enjoy. I want nothing more than to go for a run or go out dancing, but instead I sit at home with my foot up as I let it rest. I’ve at least confirmed with an MRI that nothing was broken or torn, but nevertheless, the healing process is a very slow, very tedious progression that gives me no choice in the matter.
In today’s world we always seem to be in a hurry. We have cell phones that give us more power in our hand than the Apollo Spacecrafts had onboard on their missions to the moon. We have microwaves that heat up our food or drinks in mere seconds compared to how it was done when I was a kid. We no longer have to wait for a letter to arrive in the mail thanks to technological advances. They’ve even built toll roads that allow us to drive much faster speed limits so we can cut down our commute time.
Now I’m not saying that everything in our lives is faster and better, but when something that is normally fast (by today’s standards) slows down, or rather slows us down, we become instantly impatient. Imagine the last time you pulled up a website and it didn’t load immediately. Did you sit there patiently? Nope, you probably yelled at the screen or had a few choice words for your internet provider. The last time you were stuck in traffic did you hope and pray that someone wasn’t seriously injured, or did you wonder why things like this always happen to you when you’re running late?
This week I had lunch with a dear friend who reminded me of something. She mentioned that she was learning to be thankful for what she has and is spending less time asking for things to go her way. I’ve been thinking about that today. When I hurt my foot I could have very easily have broken or torn something that required surgery, but did not. I have a roof over my head and am able to pay my bills thanks to a job I enjoy. I have wonderful friends and family who would drop anything to help me out.
I’ll admit that I get too caught up in the rat race from time to time, but I have always been the kind of person to stop and smell the flowers both literally and figuratively. Am I going through some sort of test at this point? I’d probably say yes, but fortunately for me, I was always a good test taker.