The art of waiting

I used to think that the goal was the only point.

That the whole purpose of being here
Of working hard
Of experiencing the ups and downs
Of loving and hurting

Was to one day get THERE.
To achieve the goal.
And THEN it will be all worth it.

That drove my desire to be alive.
My desire to effort in the things I care about.
My desire to be better.

But now I see, that when we do this
We miss the point.

We miss the moment.

We miss the whole reason why we have those goals in the first place.

It’s like there’s this gap between our true calling(s)
And the manifestation of them.
We skip over it.

Instead
The best part
Is in the waiting.

It’s in the not quite there yet.

It’s in the build up
And the uncertainty
Of if it will ever be so.

And in that
Waiting feels good.

So much so that perhaps it isn’t waiting for anything.

It’s living in the truth of life that
We actually never make it anywhere.
We never actually know if we can count on anything.
And we are continually finding new ways to manifest our purpose.

It’s raining today in LA.
It feels slow, and fluid.

So
My offering to you today is

What could it be like to sit in the uncertainty...
The still-moving-but-not-anywhere...
The continual creation of the next moment...

Without needing IT, or YOU, or ANYONE, to be anything in specific?

How can we be in the waiting with genuine curiosity and observation? And perhaps even joy, softness, pleasure?

That’s my wondering for today.

Love you. 🤍