Waiting is difficult, we don’t wait well

We hate to wait, we have little patience, and a sense of expectation, we are entitled …and life is but a dream…impatienly-waiting

The emergency room is not one of my favorite destinations, but inevitably I decided to pay them a visit yesterday. While sitting in my private room, with the curtain drawn, (I feel like I am back stage, when they do that), I tried to focus on patience, rather than pain.

Healthcare in general is a conspiracy, upon arrival the receptionist will ask, “Who is the patient”? It’s a bit self incriminating, because at that moment you are labeled and expected to be patient!

It would be more realistic if the receptionist asked, “Who is the aroused person”? And, you would then be directed to the “arousal room.”

I’m not sure my blood pressure was high because of the pain, or the wait.

We are not patient people. The fast food lane is not fast enough, the internet is too slow, by the time the server brought the catsup you ate all the fries! Who has time to wait? LOL

Author Robert Levine, suggests the creation of a new unit of time called the honko-second,— “the time between when the light changes and the person behind you honks his horn.”  He claims it is the smallest measure of time known to science.

At the grocery store, the person checking out in front of you is having a conversation with the cashier.  Do you find yourself enlightened and ask to join them? Do you practice gratitude and use this time to catch up on the National Enquirer, one of America’s favorite  supermarket tabloids? Or, do you begin to breath through you teeth, while rolling your eyes around your forehead? (not a great time for a selfie)

What can we learn about ourselves while we wait? Since we seemingly have to wait for some reason or another everyday, think about how well informed we could be about ourselves.  Trust me, if you are not interested in getting to know who you are, why would you expect anyone else to?  (just sayin…)

After examining my own life, I have concluded, I can’t remember waiting on anything, I couldn’t wait on.  (I agree, it’s extremely profound).  My discovery was not the pain of waiting, it was the pain of delayed gratification.  “I want pleasure, now!”

A Stanford University research team tracked four year old children and found those who were able to delay gratification grew up better able to cope with stress and less likely to give up under pressure than those who could not wait.

Waiting can also involve suffering.  The waiting of a clumsy child who longs to get picked first some day, the waiting of a husband while his wife deteriorates with Alzheimer’s Disease, or the waiting of someone who aches to feel useful or purposeful in their career and yet cannot find it.

I have friends who are enduring their wait in a Federal Prison.  It’s all they can do is walk, one step at a time, and sometimes walking is enough.  John Ortberg, a best selling author wrote, ” What we wait for is not more important than what happens to us while we are waiting”.

Time will tell…Holly

 

 

 

 

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