Patience is not my virtue of choice.
Most conversations, movies and
lines of any kind
are too long.
To this point,
lately, I’ve been noticing
the arc of anticipation.
I’m going to France today.
It’s a sort of business trip that has been
planned for two years.
For me, that arc ended
about 18 months ago.
Since then, I’ve grown tired of
people asking about it,
tired of talking about it
and especially tired of
thinking of my life
in terms of when I get back.
Or, as Barry says, “afta”.
As in: Afta my trip…
…I’ll get my dog trained,
…get serious about my workouts,
…start thinking about my upcoming move.
(another arc that has overstayed its welcome)
There’s a sweet spot in there—
some where between instant gratification
and never mind—
that I would like to try harder to hit.
My friend avoids eHarmony
for the same reason.
Their exhaustive vetting process,
she says, kills anticipation.
I like having plans.
I like knowing what I’m doing
next weekend.
But, that’s about it.
The trip will be great.
Lots to look forward to.
And the best part is,
I’m already looking forward—
with appropriately timed anticipation—
to returning home.
