Life as a Waiting Room

I have calculated that I have wasted more than 50% of my life waiting. Waiting for the mail to come or the phone to ring. The dryer to buzz or traffic to move. Food to come or a headache to pass. For the water to warm or grass to grow or a light to change or the line to move at the grocery store. Waiting for water to boil or a workout to be over. Waiting for the wind to blow or a fish to bite. For my plane to board or my flight to be over. Life is all about waiting. Sometimes I even find myself waiting to be finished with one thing just so I can start another. I wait for my dinner to be finished in order to move onto dessert. I wait for one show to be over in order to see the next.

I'm getting too old to spend my life waiting. When I was young, 25 seemed to be ancient, but now that I'm there I can't believe how fast time has gone. Twenty five years and all I have to show for it is a German degree and this picture:

Don't get me wrong, it's a pretty good picture. I just expected more at this point in my life. Right now I'm waiting for my day to be over so that I can go home and wait for a letter to come informing me that I have earned the right to wait until I'm able to move to Europe and wait while I work towards a degree in European Studies which will then allow me to wait until I find a job. That job will open up a whole new realm of waiting. I will wait to be married and to have children and to be promoted. To go on vacation and soccer games. Waiting for Christmas and birthdays and grandchildren. I suppose there isn't anything I can do. I will just have to resign myself to my fate.

So here I sit, just waiting. Waiting.

Waiting.