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 a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for 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.“Oh The Places You’ll Go” by Dr. Seuss
I can’t find it right now, but assuming I recall correctly, I remember reading about a study where a person lost their ability to make decisions when their lost the ability to factor emotions into their decision.
I don’t like making decisions unless there’s a clear answer.
I’m curious whether these two things are related. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve pushed through my emotions so often that it’s hindered my ability to make decisions.
Or maybe they’re not related and I’m just super uncomfortable with making a poor decision because I hate being wrong.
Maybe it’s just a skill to be practiced.
And maybe it’s something I should start sooner than later. If I’m not making decisions, then I’m not in action. And if I’m not in action, I often find that my mood decreases quite rapidly.
So maybe I need to allow myself to fail more often to escape my mood trending downwards.