"Or waiting around for a Yes or No.."
So, I got a new laptop last weekend, just before I got ridiculously sick. It helped entertain me in through the yuck, which spanned three days, as well as the snow. Also, it means that I've started the long process of editing and uploading photos I had sitting around on my camera's memory card. Most of them are from October, including about a million from my trip to Chicago for two weeks.
Look, I'll admit it, I've got a problem. I don't even have a fancy camera, yet I have about 40 pictures of flowers and plants in that set. I just can't help myself. The photos I have in this set so far are just from the first two days. My paid, flickr account expired yesterday, so unless someone buys me a new one, I am not going to do anymore uploading to flickr until Saturday, which is when I plan on buying myself a new one. Though I will be uploading more to facebook before that...
I am in a kind of limbo with a few things right now, it's driving me stir crazy. I would say that, as a nanny, I can't help but think of Dr. Seuss's "The Waiting Place." Knowing how popular "Oh! The Places You'll Go" is, however, I know that being a nanny isn't the only reason I am thinking of it. I could be almost any white, 24-year-old woman in America and I might have "The Waiting Place" bit vividly lodged in my head as I wade through transitory times in my life. It's popular. It's popular and it neatly articulates the anxiety, desperation, the futility of waiting.
And, no! That's not for me!
So, how do I get out of "The Waiting Place?" Where are my "Boom Bands?"
I don't know.
I am waiting on big decisions from other people that will intensely affect me, my life, the things that I want for my life. I am waiting for projects I've started to actually pick up momentum and participation (like the comic workshops for kids at Seuquential Art Gallery that I started). I am waiting for Saturday, when I get my second tattoo, which is mostly an addition to my first. I am waiting to turn 25, because, here it is, December! Another birthday is about to slip by me. I was waiting to get a new laptop, but now I have it. This is a relief, I can now move forward with some other things I was waiting to do. I am waiting for news about this or that that I am helping organize, so that I can help make decisions, so that the event happens, so that I can wait for it to all start again.
Some waiting is just about staying, being complacent. In other words, it's your choice to be there waiting, you could be acting. But some waiting... Well, some waiting is about patience, keeping yourself going, keeping yourself working, while all the momentum you've been building gets rolling. You can't just wait. Or, at least, I can't.
I am discovering more and more that I am a slave to action. I need to get out and do. And I do. I do too much, according to many very close to me. Now, I've started into wonder if I do too much to leave time for what's really important, if I've been doing too much to the point that I am missing more important, more meaningful opportunities...
Look, I'll admit it, I've got a problem. I don't even have a fancy camera, yet I have about 40 pictures of flowers and plants in that set. I just can't help myself. The photos I have in this set so far are just from the first two days. My paid, flickr account expired yesterday, so unless someone buys me a new one, I am not going to do anymore uploading to flickr until Saturday, which is when I plan on buying myself a new one. Though I will be uploading more to facebook before that...
I am in a kind of limbo with a few things right now, it's driving me stir crazy. I would say that, as a nanny, I can't help but think of Dr. Seuss's "The Waiting Place." Knowing how popular "Oh! The Places You'll Go" is, however, I know that being a nanny isn't the only reason I am thinking of it. I could be almost any white, 24-year-old woman in America and I might have "The Waiting Place" bit vividly lodged in my head as I wade through transitory times in my life. It's popular. It's popular and it neatly articulates the anxiety, desperation, the futility of waiting.
And, no! That's not for me!
So, how do I get out of "The Waiting Place?" Where are my "Boom Bands?"
I don't know.
I am waiting on big decisions from other people that will intensely affect me, my life, the things that I want for my life. I am waiting for projects I've started to actually pick up momentum and participation (like the comic workshops for kids at Seuquential Art Gallery that I started). I am waiting for Saturday, when I get my second tattoo, which is mostly an addition to my first. I am waiting to turn 25, because, here it is, December! Another birthday is about to slip by me. I was waiting to get a new laptop, but now I have it. This is a relief, I can now move forward with some other things I was waiting to do. I am waiting for news about this or that that I am helping organize, so that I can help make decisions, so that the event happens, so that I can wait for it to all start again.
Some waiting is just about staying, being complacent. In other words, it's your choice to be there waiting, you could be acting. But some waiting... Well, some waiting is about patience, keeping yourself going, keeping yourself working, while all the momentum you've been building gets rolling. You can't just wait. Or, at least, I can't.
I am discovering more and more that I am a slave to action. I need to get out and do. And I do. I do too much, according to many very close to me. Now, I've started into wonder if I do too much to leave time for what's really important, if I've been doing too much to the point that I am missing more important, more meaningful opportunities...