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Waiting room

Tom Petty got it right: the waiting is the hardest part

I’ve been spending a lot of time in waiting rooms —- taking friends to medical procedures, taking my son to his college campus for enrolment, taking our pets to their medicals, etc.  I’m happy to do these things because it gives me time to spend with loved ones, but all this sitting is making me a little antsy.  Is there anything duller than a frigid room with plastic plants, piped music and cushioned chairs that are a lie (those seats are not soft)? It’s a good thing I take my early morning hikes and swims; otherwise I might just turn into jello.  

I am trying so hard to focus on my now because I know I will miss all of this —- well maybe not the waiting rooms part.  I’m grateful that I have at least two full months of leisure time to relax and take in all that is good in my life, which includes hanging with my friends and family in those sterile rooms.  I am there for them today because I cannot do this for them in a few months.

I’m also having a lot of fun with the people I want to spend time with.  I’m savouring every moment I have with them.  But, I am a bit antsy.

I received my UAE job offer in February, which seems like so long ago. I’ve done everything I need to do to prepare for my big move —- until I get the email that says it’s go time, and then I’m sure I’ll realise I have plenty more to do.   August is so close right now… I could almost touch it, but for now I remain waiting.  I’m getting quite good at balancing my need to inhale all that I love here while waiting to discover all the new that has yet to meet me.