18 months ago, I was waiting for something. While I waited, I distracted myself from the wait by learning to make and preserve jam! From the time I bought the equipment (which was not expensive) to Christmas (3 months), I had canned over 100 jars of jam! I gave some of is away as gifts and stored the rest for the future.
A year ago, I was waiting for my wedding. I distracted myself with a very elaborate cross stitch project. It was 2 ft by 9 inches and portrayed a sorceress in a flowing gown. I gave it to my sister last Christmas. I also canned some more and packed up 13 years of collected junk to move from IL to MI.
Now, I am waiting again. My husband is a physics professor and has been applying for tenure track positions for the past 6 months. He has had some interviews, but we have not gotten a positive response from anyone yet. We are waiting on just one more school to decide for or against us. He also has some applications out for non-tenure positions. We wait and wait and wait for responses so that we can start to plan our future a little. We want a house and a hobby farm, but we can't even think of getting them until we know where we are going to be living in a year. While we wait, I have been distracting myself again. This time I have several little projects: experimenting with recipes for different breads, desserts and even butter! Crocheting and sewing; reading 5 or 6 books at a time as well as listening to audio books; working almost full time as a barista; and my new addiction, Farm Town!
But, in spite of all the distracting, I would really like to stop waiting. I would like to stop making plans and start experiencing them. Not that I have been idle, as you see, but I feel like I am filling time rather than fulfilling it.
The good news is that responses will come and plans will eventually move forward. The better news is that, while our whole life is really a type of waiting, something ultimately fulfilling is coming after all the waiting here. For some, anyway. *sigh* . For some.
