Resolved to Waste Time (part 1)
There's a stop sign near where I live that not a lot of
people stop at because it's kind of a goofy intersection. It could just as soon be a yield sign. It's that kind of intersection.
Well, the other day I
actually stopped…with no one else even in view of the intersection!

In that moment something rushed out of me; something like
hurry or busy or an edge of anxiety that can often times lace the fringe of my
days. And in that moment something else
rushed upon me: Rest. I was at rest,
as was my car.
There I sat with no one idling to my right waving me
through ahead of them. There were no
pedestrians pussy-footing into my lane wondering if I was going to stop or
not. There was only a peaceful easy
feeling, like listening to a certain Eagles song on a front porch near a beach
in the sun with iced tea. Though I could
not have perceived hurriedness prior to the moment, I now could certainly
perceive unhurriedness. In fact, a
better word yet might be patience. I WAS
PATIENT! And it felt amazing…
…but it was fleeting.
Something else rushed upon me, just as fast as patience did.
Now, I wasn’t sitting there any longer than it may have
taken to look in all directions a couple times and safely proceed. This all took place within a narrowed
moment. There was no one behind me honking
or being delayed from their important tasks.
I was completely within the bounds of the law. But the patience fled and something like guilt barged in. On the backside of this narrowed moment
emerged a blistering sense that I was wasting time or something.
I responded immediately.
I left the stop sign; along with the patience, and went about my
day. But not without this worrisome
question: Where did that come from?
(Stay tuned...)
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