Wait for It

The average person spends five years waiting.  If that didn’t just make a single tear fall down your cheek or make your head wanna pop off, you have more patience than I will ever know in a lifetime.  Five years is a really long time.  I will have spent more time in traffic than I have in any single pair of pants.  I mean, let’s face it, most TV series don’t last that long.  My relationships definitely don’t last that long.  #fact  Point being, we wait for all kinds of different things and I suppose the question of the hour is, what are we waiting for?  Or better yet, what’s worth waiting for?

My Uber pulled up in front of a bar the other night and there was a line.  I refused to get out of the car.  I haven’t waited in line to get into a bar since college, I’m not about to start again now.  I have no problem, however, waiting in line for thirty minutes at Target with a handful of things I never knew I needed before I walked in.  It’s all about priorities and time management, the latter being something I wouldn’t know anything about.  If you are friends with me you probably wait more than the average person.  I have a trait I like to call delayed punctuality.  It’s not about being careless with other people’s time, it’s something I do whether others are involved or not.  It’s one of the only consistent things in my life outside of pizza and laughter.  So there’s that.

I understand the notion that there is no time like the present, but I do truly feel like some things are worth the wait.  From amusement parks and concert tickets to travel and bucket lists, we wait for all of the elements to come together in this magical moment we call the perfect time.  While I’m still not sold on the idea of perfection, I do believe in fate and the idea that things will happen as they should whether it’s career, home, passions or love.  I know there are a lot people out there still waiting for that missing puzzle piece.  As Charlotte from Sex in the City said, “I’ve been dating for 15 years, where is he?!”

Dating at my age is what I like to call silly.  It’s not like the good old days when I could just jump into something without thinking of the future, logistics or how this person will affect my gene pool.  I know what I want, what I’m looking for and what I require.  In theory, this sounds like a wonderful thing but it really slims down the options.  If this were a game of Guess Who,  it would be a very short game.  This isn’t to say that visual attributes hold clout, although, I confess I did write a guy off the other day because I didn’t like the way he walked.  I’m an animal.

I recently received this text message from my cousin:  Why is my family asking me if you’re getting married?  The only thing I could come up with was that I recently posted a picture on social media of myself with a guy.  Either my family is chomping at the bit for another family soiree or the faith in my love life is seriously lacking which, at this point, is pretty reasonable.  He is wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but here’s the thing:  I’m not his type.  And before you decide I’m too picky, keep in mind it’s because we both like dudes.  So to my entire family, friends and followers, I apologize for the false alarm.  Be assured this girl’s wedding is somewhere in the distance in a galaxy far, far away.  Sorry to disappoint.  I know the feeling – I figured my life would be a mirror image of The Jetsons by now.  I’m not impressed.

So if you’re feeling like you’re behind or like you haven’t accomplished what you need to yet, believe in where you are.  Enjoy the beauty of becoming.  Stop trying to live on a timeline that isn’t yours.  You’re how old and your career isn’t what you imagined or you aren’t married yet?  WHO CARES?!  And, for the record, you aren’t married because you haven’t met someone worthy of marrying-don’t forget that.  Don’t be disappointed because you have standards.  And stop, for the love of  all the champagne in France, comparing yourself to anyone or anything else.  You can’t run around seeking your own story in your own likeness in your own way and then somehow convince yourself that you’re doing it wrong.  Keep in your own time and do it your way.  Nobody does it better.  When nothing is certain, anything is possible.