I have been thinking about the word wait, and I love that word. It is everything I would wish to be.
Wait quietly. Wait patiently. Wait slowly. Wait. Wait. Wait.
I tell myself to be gracious, to be kind. I tell myself to wait. To not rush my words. To think before I speak. To pray before I plan. To plan before I take action.
I tell myself to think quietly.
I tell myself to wait, and be wise. I tell myself to wait until the time is right, and then seize the day.
I tell myself that my time is short. And I ask myself what I will do with that time.
My capability is low. My strength is weak. Strive for perfection, settle for excellence, a friend told me.
Festina Lente – Make haste slowly. I think of the nuns in the Sound of Music, slowly walking to answer the bell at the gate. I think of Treebeard – “Don’t be hasty!” I think of God, who has been patient with me, and I yearn for the time when I will be perfected.
Work and wait, I tell myself. Be productive, and wait. Be kind, and wait.
“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” – Plato