We’re always waiting . . . waiting for that job promotion and pay raise, waiting for that big break, waiting for the weekend to come, waiting for the summer weather to arrive, waiting for the test results from doctor, waiting for our divorce to go through, waiting in line at the supermarket, patiently waiting to get home as we sit in bad traffic, waiting for the kettle to boil, waiting for our ankle to heal, waiting for retirement, waiting for everything to get done so that we can settled down and relax.

And then the thinking. . . thinking about what we have to do next while we’re showering in the morning, worrying about the company meeting while driving to work, anticipating our lunch break, chatting away with a work cohort through-out lunch, watching the clock at our desk, pushing ourselves at the gym, thinking about what to have for dinner on the drive home, wolfing down our dinner while watching TV, checking our emails for long-awaited replies. Yes, we have our schedule, our routine, our work-out regimen, our plans, and our goals. We’re on top of things. We read the latest self-help books to learn, to improve ourselves, to become better at time management and visualizing our dreams. We have places to go, people to see, and things to do.

Indeed, many of us possess a lot of energy, we live with a sense of urgency, a restlessness, we have a lot to do and so little time. Some say, “I’ll rest when I’m dead.” They have things to accomplish, dreams to fulfill, money to make, and things to buy. They are waiting until they’re dead to rest. That’s when they’ll relax.

I recently relearned a lesson. I found myself waiting for the many people involved in the selling of my apartment and the purchasing of a new place. Many, many things need to be done. There are the lawyers, realtors, banks, coop boards, building managers, and on and on. . . . I started to turn impatient, one month led to another and to another.