I hate to wait! It doesn’t matter where I’m at either. If I’m supposed to be doing something, then I want to be doing it, not standing around twiddling my thumbs.
At work from time to time I’m forced to stand idly by while waiting on loads to be checked. One night several of my co-workers and I were at work until after 10pm mostly waiting for the loads to get ready to be loaded. That was a fifteen hour day, and a lot of it was spent waiting.
It was aggravating to me to stand around waiting, because I could have been spending the time home with my bride, writing or just relaxing in my recliner. Instead I was forced to be patient, stand around and wait.
Patience is a virtue; one I guess I really need to develop more in my life. I can be patient sitting in a darkened movie theatre as I wait for the movie to start. I can endure the days until Christmas or my birthday without grumbling. But put me in a situation where someone or something is forcing me wait and I start to get antsy wanting to do anything else other than being patient. And usually it isn’t too long until I start to complain about the situation.
Herein lies the rub, I don’t like to wait when it inconveniences me. If it is something I want or desire to do, then waiting is no problem. Force me to wait, and then I become a jerk. Wow! Now I’ve opened up something. It all comes back around to me and how I perceive things. Just once I wish I would find out it’s the other guy’s fault for what’s going on in my life.
How do you handle situations in your life where you are forced to wait? I’d love to hear what you do when you have to be patient, and don’t really want to be.
In the movie Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium, there may be an answer to this. Molly and Magorium have set a store full of clocks to chime all at once and they are waiting:
Mr. Magorium: 37 seconds.
Molly Mahoney: Great. Well done. Now we wait.
Mr. Magorium: No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.
“37 ,seconds well used, is a lifetime.” Waiting, when used properly can and will be an asset in our lives. I guess the next time I’m forced to wait, I’ll heed the words of Mr. Magorium and use my time waiting to do things which will be beneficial to me, instead of complaining and ending up with my time spent with nothing to show for it. What does waiting say about you?
Now you know what I think, what do you think?