I haven’t been here in a while. I have thought about it, but as you know thinking and doing are two different things. I think that sometimes I feel like I am waiting for something to happen that I want and then I will write. Now, I know that I cannot wait for that to happen. I have often heard that life happens when you are waiting. We don’t like to wait in drive thru lines or at Wal-Mart or at the post office. The only place I don’t mind waiting is at Starbucks. It’s because that is where I feel like I am always among friends. We are all waiting for the same thing. Knowing that our wait is worth it.

My problem with waiting is that I do not know that my waiting is worth it. At Starbucks, I feel like I know people. We have something in common. We are getting our favorite thing. Or at least I know I am. I know that at the grocery store we have something in common as well, but I think that at Starbucks, we are getting something we want. Not necessarily need. Eggs and milk and bread on some level may be a need, but a latte will always be a want.

So what does it mean? It means that I know that it does not look like what I want is going to happen. Waiting takes on new meaning. Now, I know I am waiting at the grocery store with eggs and milk and bread in my basket. I can see the latte, but it’s not mine. It’s for someone else.