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?