Good things come to those who wait.
Waiting for Godot.
If I could travel back in time and meet my younger self, I would certainly make sure I mentioned waiting. I would advise myself to train, to mentally prepare for all the waiting I would face in my life.
I have waited for exam results.
I have waited through my wife’s labours.
Although my call is important to the company, I have nevertheless been held in a queuing system listening to muzak for hours on end.
Delays on holiday, waiting to board planes, waiting for the toilet, and waiting in the car to leave an event. I wait. I have waited to fall asleep, and then waited to hear the alarm to get up and start the day waiting in traffic on the Kingston Bridge.
When I think of all the downtime I have had, all the delays, hindrances and pauses in all our lives, I wish I could turn my impatience and stress into something better.
It is true that some waiting can be mitigated by smartphones and the internet, but I suspect that this is why queuing and waiting about is getting worse.
We have friends abroad who seem to have a different approach to this – they never arrive on time, they seem to quite like waiting around as they do it often enough. I wish I could get into that mindset.
Perhaps one day I will learn how to be patient. Until then, I suppose I shall have to wait.