Next in Line
There’s more to waiting than meets the eye
Sometimes I say things I’m not sure I believe
It’s not a game; I just need to hear the words out loud to be able to decide — if I believe them or not, I mean.
These particular words I said for the first time a couple of months ago. We were sitting in our car at a familiar corner in my little town when they escaped my mouth. Still, I didn’t blurt them; I announced them rather thoughtfully.
I’ve had time to think about them — to play with them in my brain and in my spirit. I’ve decided I do believe them.
So last weekend, as the Lovely Lady and I sat at the same corner, waiting for the light to change, I spoke the words again. I may have been a little more forceful this time.
“We’re next. I think I like being next as much as I actually enjoy going.”
She gave me that look. You know.
That look.
I’m certain it was the same look she had given me weeks ago when I said the same words. I suppose she expected — since I hadn’t reiterated it again since then — that I had thought better of the original statement and wasn’t going to repeat it again.
