The waiting game

Waiting for critically important events, events that can change your path in life, whether by roadblock, diversion or by supplying a completely different destination, is terrifying.

As time ticks by, I phase between alternate states; first nonchalance, then fear, then resignation. There's nothing I can do to affect the outcome. It will be what it will be. But still the little metronome inside my head tick-tocks the seconds as they drag by.

Times passes slowly when you're waiting for an event to happen. (A watched event never boils I suppose.) Then when it's upon you the minutes zoom past at warp speed, often with a self-satisfied 'whoosh' in my experience. I wonder where they're going in such a hurry? Is there another important event about to take place in someone's life that they need to speed through too? If so they must be single-handedly keeping Red Bull in business. Phew, I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

I'm not going to be explicit about this particular event yet. All will be revealed in time, whatever the outcome. But suffice to say this crossroads we're at is taking up my time. The paths are clear. Which one we'll take is not. But until the seconds get their wings, we'll travel hopefully.

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