I love to wait. Arriving early for a flight seems like a time luxury to me. Sometimes I plan my wait time – and bank on getting something productive completed like a report for work. More often, I don’t plan my wait time and I just enjoy the forced downtime. I don’t feel guilty about being still for a little while because I am doing something; I’m waiting for my plane! This is time I can wander around and look in shops; grab a snack; watch people; and just breathe.
I don’t mind waiting in line at the grocery store. I even don’t mind waiting at the DMV. Those blissful snapshots of forced downtime are little mini gifts in our days. I can’t choose to be still for 15 minutes without feeling utterly guilty about whatever it is I should be doing instead. Heck, I just tried it… I watched my dog lounging on the floor next to a block of sunshine from the window and thought, I should just breathe and sit with him for a moment. That lasted maybe 30 seconds until I felt the urge to right this latest epiphany down.