When I was a child, there were few things that could wake me before sunrise and the rest of the family. Christmas morning. A trip to Disneyland. The first day of school. It seemed I had to wait, not for the event, but for other people. Gifts could be unwrapped, the road trip begun, the breakfast eaten and preparations done as soon as other people were ready to participate. Time passed ever so slowly.
As an adult, I discovered joy in fishing. Not the constant activity of fly fishing or deep-sea fishing, but the languid stillness of lake fishing. For those who haven’t done this, it requires two things: patience and stubbornness. Waiting. Waiting for the telltale bend of the tip of the rod, waiting for a sign that a fish had taken the bait. Living on a lake, I fished often and there were many days when the fervently sought movement never came. The sun would be well up before I conceded the fish had been smarter than me that day. Time passed much too quickly.
Perhaps it is an unwritten universal law: If you are waiting to do something, whether it is work or play or going home at the end of the week, time passes slowly. If you are doing something, the clock races and you find yourself wanting (or needing) more time for the activity.
Perhaps the secret to waiting is busyness. Stop sitting and staring at the clock. Do something. Time will fly by and the waiting is past.
The hours and days run together.
I would not know time except for
The light and the dark and
The numbers on the wall.
Submitted to The Daily Post: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/27/daily-prompt-waiting/