Hope | When Life Feels Too Late

Headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place…

 

For people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go

Or a bus to come, or a plane to go

Or the mail to come, or the rain to go

Or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow

Or waiting around for a Yes or No

Or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

 

Waiting for the fish to bite

Or waiting for the wind to fly a kite

Or waiting around for Friday night

Or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake

Or a pot to boil, or a Better Break

Or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants

Or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.

Everyone is just waiting.

 

I think that one of the greatest lies we tell ourselves is that something in life is “too late,” and if we believe that lie, we can easily find ourselves in “The Waiting Place.”  Yes, there are some times in life when people leave our lives, opportunities fade away, or unforeseen obstacles block the path we had marked out.  So in essence, we are “too late” for what we thought those things would be.

 

But to let ourselves think that we’re “too late” for anything else is a slippery slope.

 

I believe that we have a choice before us:  we can grieve the ways that we feel “too late,” and in that grieving, we often experience the birth of something new.  Or we can settle into The Waiting Place and hope that the exact same person/opportunity/feeling/accomplishment will find its way back to us so that we don’t have to feel like things are “too late.” 

 

I hope you choose to believe that nothing in life is ever too late – perhaps not what you initially hoped or expected, but always full of possibility and hope.

 

So, in Dr. Seuss’ words…

 

You’re off to Great Places!

Today is your day!

Your mountain is waiting.

So…get on your way!

 

With you and for you,

Alair