Facing your fears and establishing challenges to be conquered is a must, if you want to have a life worth living – that is one of the mantras of our century. And the century before this one, for that matter. Aren’t we all in a mad race to be the better, brighter, more advanced versions of ourselves? Caught up in a contest to find new spaces, new people and make fantastic memories, don’t we rush things a bit too much? When did we lose the sweet thrill of saving money to go places? When did we lose the prolonged pleasure, which waiting for a call from a special someone used to deliver us?
When are we going to stop rushing our own life and just … have a little patience?
I have that one friend, a big player, as he defines himself. Went on a date with a cute girl, told all his friends (including me) he isn’t going to call her for at least 3 days, in order to build suspense and/or to achieve the ultimate validation, by having her call first. Was on the phone with her 30 minutes after that brave statement, just because she was all he was talking about and I had the stupidity to confront him with “You might as well just call her and be the better man!” She refused the second date about 4 times before he gave up asking. And now he blames me. Because I was the one, that had to go interfere with their relationship.
Maybe he is right. Don’t take my advice ever so lightly – 50 % of the time I am wrong. However, 50% of the time I am right and you need to repay me for my genius ideas in apple cider or mint chocolate chip ice-cream. But that was not the point of that post, was it?
It has never been easy for me to just sit and wait for something to happen – for that guy to call me, for that confirmation letter to arrive, for the other person to talk to me first. I rush things and sometimes I crash and burn. Badly. However, when I master the self-composure game, the savory anticipation provides me all the adrenaline I can dream of. Think about it! Which one is better – the moment before the first kiss, when you know you will be kissed, or the moment after that, when you realize he has sharp teeth? Imagine moments before you tell your boss you’re finally leaving your work for that better place – if you’ve kept it a secret for a week, oh, how soothing is that?
However, often times waiting equals torture. And I have absolutely no idea how one can make it less agonizing. I have yet to master the skill of distinguishing correctly when I need to have the ‘go get it!‘ attitude and the ‘be Zen and let the universe handle it!”. I would love to be one of those calm people – the ones that can do all sorts of work, while waiting for something big to happen. It’s just not me.
I admit being content with the present is one of my weakest characteristics. I am a spoiled little princess who wants it all and wants it now. But at least I have the balls to admit it.