One of the best parts of waiting, when I can be with the waiting is exactly that: an opportunity to be. I remember times stuck in a long check-out line kind of grateful for the chance to do nothing and be present to my environment. I also recall memories where I’m in a similar line and how excruciating the waiting felt. Somehow my little brain seemed to think that if it whirled and wind, it might just make the situation change. Forgetting that sometimes the only way through something is to relax deeply into it. Be. Just be.