It’s 3:30am and I’m waiting...
…for sleep to kick in, the sun to rise, for love to arrive, my bank balance to inflate… and then those thoughts that really only live in the wee hours, land…
We’re a world of wait-ers. Not the order-taking kind, mind. Though those folks wait too, largely on you when you’re umming about what to eat and whether you can have less of this and only that on the side.
If you think about it (and clearly I have), we wait for the kettle to boil, the orgasm to come, the dough to rise, the rain to stop, food to grow, babies to be born and teen brains to evolve, we wait in queues and… for courage to show up when that calling inside you just won’t go away no matter how many setbacks or birthdays you’ve had.
Today I met up with a fellow scribe on the ‘wrong’ side of 50 as judged by a society perpetually enamoured by youth.
Over the course of two hours he told fantastic, cinematic tales about his life. And I served up a few of my own. We talked personal brands and the century’s worth of creative fire and intellectual capital between us. Plans were hatched. Stories were spun. But above all else, waiting was put on hold.
‘Cause while you can get comfy taking baby steps, or convince yourself leaps of faith are only for the limber, there’s one force in life that never waits.
Time.
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