Today I am waiting. Waiting for spring. Waiting to find out if both my boys got into the new charter school, waiting to hear if we got the good room rates for our trip this weekend, waiting to go to work, waiting for the tree in the back yard to bloom, waiting on a check from a client, waiting to have time to finish our taxes, waiting to be well again.
Did I tell you that I have Mono? Yep, that’s right the kissing disease. I have the kissing disease.
And waiting? Well being in this state of waiting, waiting, waiting is not helping. It just makes me more anxious, which makes me more tired, which makes me less well.
It’s a lovely cycle.
The thing about waiting and being anxious and being sick, is that they really all have the same cure. Resting. Resting, resting, resting.
Isn’t it one of the great lesson of life, that sometimes the best thing you can do when there is so much to be done, is to do nothing at all?
Apparently it is such an important lesson that we all need refresher courses from time to time.
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time”