Waiting space

(Image above from http://www.flickr.com/photos/fiddleoak/ ; a 14 yr old i wish i was)

I write a lot about uncertainty. 

Events. There are good events and bad events. Events that require your effort, attention, energy and other events that require only your passive observation of them. Of the bad events, I can usually deal with them when they come and figure out what to do with the consequences rather quickly. The events are fine and happen briefly and from there you make new decisions and take new directions. Everyone generally loves good events.

It's the waiting space between the events that takes so much patience to endure. And so much of life is spent in the waiting space. I'm trying to remember to not focus on it, on the space, on the silence, because there is nothing I can do. Enjoying the rest of life that happens in between events - this is a thing I probably could benefit from being better at. Because in the waiting, lies all the uncertainty and things I don't know. Wondering about those things isn't going to affect the event. Today I was talking to a friend who said of time "it will fly" to which I said "that's what experience says and memory forgets" because that's how it is when looking at the looming events. They look really far away every time, even though by experience they are here and gone again much too quickly.

All this is to say, I'm getting tired of waiting.
I hope the space in between your events feels comfortable. I'm still getting used to mine.