Recently, a package arrived for our 13-year-old, and I had not anticipated its early delivery. He had been eagerly awaiting this shipment of headphones he had meticulously researched and saved for, expecting it to arrive by 8 p.m. Sunday, as per the tracking updates. I explained that since it was being shipped via USPS, which does not operate on Sundays, he would have to wait until Monday. His disappointment was palpable, his shoulders slumping at the thought of waiting an entire extra day for something he desired so much.
In moments like these, I often find myself feeling irritable, especially when my child’s entire day seems to hinge on a single delayed event. It’s a challenge to watch him struggle with the concept of waiting, especially considering the privileges he enjoys. I reminded him that there are far greater hardships in the world, where people face uncertainty about their basic needs. I suggested he find a way to distract himself while waiting for the package.
Admittedly, I am a bit of a hypocrite. Just last year, I had breakfast with a business associate who mentioned he sometimes works as a medium. I found it hard to focus on anything else after that revelation. Despite knowing that many exploit the gullible with false messages from the beyond, I also believe there are genuine psychics, just as there are individuals who excel in math or have a passion for spiders. My own inability to grasp these concepts doesn’t negate their existence.
Intrigued, I later arranged for a session with this medium. I was instructed to concentrate on a pressing question without revealing it to her. In turn, she would meditate on my situation and provide insights. She recorded her session and shared it with me afterward.
While I won’t disclose my specific inquiry, it revolved around aspirations that occupy my thoughts—perhaps involving a Mediterranean cruise or a celebratory event. I even wished that yoga pants could be considered business attire, along with flip-flops becoming the new power shoe.
However, the medium had no insights regarding my grand desires; instead, she described my spirit guide as resembling a mix of a well-known actor and a fitness guru, frolicking down a railroad track while munching on peaches and popcorn. Although it sounds whimsical, it serves as a reminder that the answers I seek won’t simply land in my lap. I must learn to relax and let life unfold, which is a tedious lesson when all I want is instant gratification.
There’s a route I often take to downtown that I believe could be shorter if I time it right. Yet, there’s one specific traffic light, which I refer to as the “punishment light.” Its timing seems unnecessarily prolonged, turning green just before I reach it, leaving me to wait for what feels like an eternity.
This light, much like the delay in my son’s package, symbolizes the frustrations we endure when things don’t go as planned. It’s a moment to reflect on how many others are in far more challenging situations than mine. Perhaps I should embrace yoga instead of merely wearing the pants associated with it, wishing they were suitable for the workplace.
Sometimes, the “punishment light” serves as a gentle nudge from the universe to remind me to slow down. And occasionally, a package that was expected to arrive later surprises us by showing up early, bringing immense joy.
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In summary, navigating the waiting game in life can be a lesson in patience, whether it’s awaiting a package or confronting deeper personal desires. Learning to appreciate the moments of delay can help us realize that sometimes, good things come unexpectedly.