I’m waiting on hold while I write this post, waiting to talk to my health insurance company about some arcane little piece of information for our health coverage. I can’t tell you how exciting this is to me. Exciting, as in – not exciting. The last 24 hours has been filled with the most mundane experience in all of human existence. Waiting. I had to wait much longer than usual for my chiropractor to give me my “5000 mile realignment.” I had to wait to have my new, old truck get checked over by my mechanic. I had to wait for my doctor to finally call in my prescription to help me get over my chest cold I’ve been waiting 3 weeks to kick. Then I had to wait in line for the pharmacist to take my new health coverage information, and get back in line to wait for them to fill the prescription. Then I woke up this morning so that I could start my day with a brisk, refreshing wait on hold with my health insurance.
The late actress, Elizabeth Taylor once said, “It is very strange that the years teach us patience – that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.” If Liz Taylor learned that lesson, then I’m in trouble. I’m in trouble because the last 24 hours have revealed how impatient I still really am. I guess I’m still not old enough to have developed a “greater capacity for waiting.” Help me Jesus.