The line wrapping around the DMV at 8:40 on a Tuesday morning encompasses three sides of the building.
They won’t let us inside anymore because the building just won’t hold us all. We begin to creep forward. It’s hot in the sun. No one dares leave his or her spot for a bathroom break. We’re all pretty quiet and uncomfortable.
Most people are staring down into phones. We have a 4-hour wait ahead to get my daughter’s drivers permit. No, we didn’t make an appointment – the wait for that was 13 weeks.
Life is about waiting sometimes. Waiting for the right job, waiting for the drivers learning permit, waiting for the right man or woman to come into your life, waiting for the right house or apartment. Waiting.
Think about all this interim time that goes by in the “in between” zones. As if life decided that for every one part of action, it requires 2 parts non-action, like a cosmic recipe.
We’ve all been to way stations before. These are the smaller landing points between destinations, where you don’t plan to stick around.
And so we create all these sayings to calm our frustration, like, “Life is about the journey, not the destination.” Except the journey itself is full of waiting rooms and way stations, too.
Some waiting rooms feel forced on us. But some are entirely chosen. We don’t think we chose them, of course, but we did. These are the waiting rooms kicked off by our own fears and uncertainties. These are the waiting rooms where we hold back, unsure, uncertain, not knowing if what we want will work.
We stop and hold still and sit like frozen-eyed animals waiting for something to tell us, “It’s gonna be ok, you can proceed.” These waiting zones are the most insidious, the most evil, if you will. It’s because they are so often disguised as something else.
We have all sorts of things we stick into these times that tell us why it’s ok to be waiting. Stuff like waiting for the kids to go off to college. Waiting for a better job offer. Waiting until the divorce is final. Waiting until you lose 20 pounds. And even, “There is no option but to wait.” The list is endless. We give ourselves good, totally made up reasons why we need to stay in the waiting room.
And then one day, we get up and move. Or, maybe instead someone just takes the chair out from under us. Voluntary or involuntary, we move. It will happen. My question, though, is what about all that time you spent doing nothing as you waited for someone or something to give you permission, allow you, offer to you, accept you, or whatever it was you thought you needed? How much time did you lose to that? Those are the interim hours I’m talking about ”¦ all that time, lost to the wind of life.
I look around at this line at the DMV as I sit typing with my butt on the concrete ground and my back against the dirty DMV building. Around me, adding the 64 people ahead of me and the three hours we’ve all been here, are more than 190 hours of collective wasted time. Time we’re allowing to slip from our fingers, hours of our lives we just let go of.
Tell me, what traps of waiting are you, or have been, snared in? How did you break the spell? How did you reach that one incredibly powerful moment when you suddenly realized there would be no more waiting, because you said so. And anything that had taken your power to act, move forward, or become something now no longer has any hold on you?
Because that is the one crystalline moment we’re looking for: The second when we realize that exactly where we are is exactly where WE’RE choosing to be. No one else chose for us. WE chose. And we are choosing still, this very moment.
Your next moment may be an entirely difference choice. What could it be? Tell me. Post below.
P.S. Two great Flowdreams to bust out of a way station are Overcome Procrastination and Get Things Done and Wondrous Change and Transition.
Love to you all!
Hello Summer, at this very moment my choice is to move out of this homeless situation where I’m able to do what I want to do. And what I want to do is start living again. Traveling, and working and going to places that I’ve never thought I would go to. Start giving back again and creating a space that pleases God.
When I think of the “Waiting Room” I cannot help but think of the book from Dr. Seuss, ‘Oh The Places, You’ll Go!” But maybe it should be retitled as Oh The Places, You’ll Grow.” At times it feels difficult to be in the Waiting Room. For me, waiting is not my speciality. But I am learning to embrace it. There is a beauty in planting the seed and letting go. For me in my time of waiting I do my best to be purposeful in my growth, find the beauty in the simplicity and relish in that the Divine Source, my angels, guardians and guides are having me at a place for a reason. For me, when I feel anxious or confronted, I practice my breathing; ground myself; knowing that I have had a whole lot of life force that has brought me here to this point. Sometimes it’s about checking in with one self and looking at the gift that has been uncovered. For example, why am I confronted and what is underneath it. For me, there are times where I feel a tug-o-war with letting go. I think it’s when there are longer seasons that it may feel more difficult especially if you are doing the work. During this time, I do my best to find joy in what lights me up. It could be the beach, working on manifesting/ magnetizing something I want just by putting the wheels in motion to create. BE DO HAVE.
Hey Summer, I’ll comment! 😉 When I must wait (DMV-style), I reclaim my time with music, podcasts, and reading articles on my phone, like this one! (Fortunately I’m not stuck at the DMV though this time.)
But for those self-stagnating places, I think I open up with hope and dreaming. I start to allow myself to imagine a world beyond the stagnation. I reach for an idea that feels better than waiting, that I don’t want to wait for, that makes me want to go out and attempt to do something even if I don’t know what. I think that gets life moving for me again, even if I forget what I was hoping or reaching for. The underlying energy starts to change and the train of life starts chugging again.
I love that, Timm! I love the idea of letting your imagination run until the â€œidea that feels better than waiting, that I donâ€™t want to wait for â€œ appears.
I tapped right into that and saw myself in the current of flow, and I let myself get caught up in the pull of flow, going with it, surrendering, being held by flow and tossed up so high I feel the thrill rather then the fear, then caught mid-,air just for a second, tumbling like a gymnist, back into the current, breathless and tingling with anticipation. Suddenly Iâ€™m not waiting, Iâ€™m creatingâ€” co-creating with flow. Yeah , thatâ€™s a new way for me to deal with that waiting game, Summer!
. Thanks for your perspective, Timm. Your words sparked something amazing in me!
Yes, I do really want to hear from you! Xo