On Waiting

Encourage one another daily, as long as it is called “Today.”

—Hebrews 3:13

I have always been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. I was always one step away, in my head. In high school, I was biding my time until I could become the college version of myself, the one my mind could see so clearly. In college, the post-college “adult” person was always looming in front of me, smarter, stronger, more organized. Then the married person, then the person I’d become when we had kids. For twenty years, I have waited to become the thin version of myself, because that’s when life will really begin.

My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start.

I don’t want to wait anymore. I believe that there is nothing more sacred or profound than this day. There may be a thousand big moments embedded in this day, waiting to be discovered like tiny flecks of gold. The big moments are the tiny moments of courage and forgiveness and hope that we grab on to and extend to one another. The big moments are in every conversation, every meal, every meeting. That’s the drama of life, swirling all around us.