I remember a line in a Dr. Seuss book -called Oh, the Places You’ll Go – about “the waiting place.”
The Waiting Place… for people who are just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, ot the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for the wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
While I most certainly am not so suspended as the people caricatured in this passage, I am indeed waiting for something.
Waiting for a brand new chair
Waiting to learn to braid my hair
To learn to remove my captive bead ring
(Although it’s among my favorite things)
Waiting for a call from her
To help pry my brain from a dysfunctional stir
For Saturday to come and pass
So I can get on with my life at last
Waiting for someone to step my way
To look at my chair massage sign and say,
“Not only can I use a chair massage here,
But I haven’t had bodywork at all for a year…
Do you think I could get an appointment one day?
Sometime in between my hard work and my play?
Life’s tough on the body, for a jock or a geek…
Come to think of it, I’d like to visit each week.”
But right now I’m just waiting.
I’m reasonably sure nobody wants to hear the details, but suffice it to say that as busy as I constantly am, on another level I feel I’m always waiting for something to shift, waiting for some opportunity…I’m getting bored with it, to tell the truth. I wonder what the alternatives might be.
