“The average person spends three years of his or her life waiting.”

I tore this from my Sunday newspaper noting Strange…But True! facts. Since waiting can

drive me nuts, or at the very least make me terribly impatient, I long ago learned to deal with it: I read. I write.

I write in my Journal—a Journal which is usually, by deliberate choice, small enough to easily carry around. The better ones have a pen already attached.

I read. This is the fun part. Lately I’m rereading Comfort Books, books to help me feel good, divert my mind, make me think. This latest gets the job done—AfterZen: Experiences of a Zen Student Out on His Ear by Janwillem van de Wetering—how about a line like, “Remember, it isn’t you who controls you,” page 116?

Now that can occupy me for quite a while! Wait. What waiting?

How do you wait?


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