The Variegated Life

This quotation comes up a lot, and my response to Oliver’s question is probably atypical. Frankly, I imagine that I’m going to spend quite a lot of my life waiting on line.

Yes, I want lots of hugs and kisses. I want to be kind, to remember to breathe when I feel like yelling. I want to get outside every day and actually be able to tell someone afterward what the sky looked like. I want (like L) to stop not just to admire the flowers, but to smell every single one of them. I want always to be able to run, or at least to run many, many more miles than I already have. And even though — like so much else — it will hardly feel wild, or precious, or even very good to do so, I want to keep writing.

But most of all, I want to be OK with waiting. Waiting for the bus. Waiting for the check. Waiting for the party to start. Waiting for the baby to fall asleep. Waiting for my husband to come home.

Whatever is happening while I wait, that’s my wild and precious life. I don’t want to miss it!

What about you?

Photo credit: Julie Gibbons

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