Denial
I do not like waiting. I’ve never been good at waiting. I’d rather do anything than wait. Even live in denial if necessary.
Like right now, a huge part of me would like to act as if the world is not, shall we say, totally and completely screwed up. With more refugees than ever before. More violence than can be believed. A world in which hospitals full of children are being targeted and bombed. A world with hunger still running rampant at the same time when some of us (yes, me included) throw way ridiculous amounts for a cup of coffee. With assault weapons available on practically every street corner. With people’s rights being ignored, ridiculed, trampled on. With people being killed for the color of their skin. For their ethnicity. For their identity.
My need for patience seems pretty high right now, and I will be honest, it hasn’t been really easy. It seems there is always something to be waiting for or looking forward to — pay day, vacation, a life change, the weekend, or even just a coffee break.
There comes a point where you have done all you can and then you just have to wait — and it seems to happen often. We don’t have control over time. It comes and goes like it always has no matter how much we worry or hope. Really, all we can do is watch it pass. But in the waiting we have gifts.
I choose to ignore them and live in denial.
