It could be argued that life is more about the time spent waiting for something to happen than it is about something happening. What I mean by this is that the big events in our lives are preceeded by many days and nights of dreaming, planning, organizing, and waiting. The times of waiting in between the big events actually constitute the majority of our lives. These in-between times are anything but uneventful. In fact, they are rich with possibility and filled with opportunities for reflection and preparation.
I guess you can look at it like a pregnant woman awaiting the birth of her child...there's a finite period of time in which to prepare internally and externally for the upcoming event that will define that new chapter in life.
When I find myself in an in-between time, I often can't help but feel impatient for the impending event. I just want to get to the future and have whatever I am awaiting already. And yet, there is probably a good reason why certain things take such time to fulfill themselves (like a pregnancy takes nine months to fulfill itself).--Nature provides the expectant parents with this time probably so that they can prepare the nest. This preparation plays out on many levels. Materially, a space has to be created in the home and resources must be set aside for the baby's future; psychologically, a shift must occur in which the psyches of both parents agree to be responsible for a new life in the world; and emotionally, the heart must open wider to embrace and fulfill a new love.
I guess I can say that I have been in such a time of waiting. I have been spending this time exploring my material, psychological, and emotional readiness. I have been making a list of things I'd like to do, going to my favorite place and spending more time with old friends. This has had me fully engaged in the present as I have been awaiting the future. It's been good because I've learned that savoring the in-between time is a vital experience in itself.
