No Shoes Dropping right now: Waiting for the next one

 Right now, most of my life is a waiting game. I am waiting to see what goes on with Peter. I am waiting to hear about some jobs to say yea or nay. I am waiting to see what happens next for Caroline. A little less since I know going to Japan is next on her list. She leaves Sunday. I am waiting on some information I need for Medicaid. 

As my friends well know I am not good at waiting. Never have been. Let me rephrase it, I stink at waiting when things are not in my control, and I am depended upon other people to do something. I get very frustrated.

If I know when the waiting will stop, say like a theater show I have a ticket to, then it is not a stressor. Knowing deadlines for me is a good thing. I can plan for that.

I can wait in line. I don’t like it, but I understand it. I have stood in line for my favorite ride at the Disney Parks and had some very interesting conversations. I have stood in line for an autograph and gotten to talk to other fans. I have made friends on lines. 

Waiting in the doctor’s office especially when I have an appointment, drives me nuts. When my wait time is five times longer than my time with the doctor, I am truly miffed. I got there the requested fifteen minutes for any last-minute paperwork. Especially when the wait goes over half an hour. Longest wait two hours for a specialist.

I am grateful when I don’t have to wait.