Playing the waiting game
I had a conversation with a dear friend of mine last weekend. She is a talented photographer, desperately trying to escape the restrictions of her current life and take control of her own destiny. In many ways, we’re in a similar situation.
We started putting a strategy together for her as we were tucking into our crème brûlées. A step by step plan towards her goal of quitting her job and gaining her freedom. But she is finding it hard to wait. She wants results today. She wants to escape her current frustrations. And who can blame her.
I know exactly what she’s going through as I’ve got my own timeline of frustrations too. I’m currently in the middle of moving house. I’m going to a new town in a new county, downsizing, and giving me back financial control of my life (to a certain extent). But it’s so frustrating while I’m waiting. I feel as if everything I am doing right now is prefixed with “when I move house…”. It feels like an excuse. It feels like I’m putting off taking action and then moaning when nothing is changing. But it’s a situation I have no control over right now. The solicitors are working hard, the paperwork is being drawn up. All I can do is be patient, put the foundations in place so that as soon as I get the keys to my new house, it’s full steam ahead from then on. Turbo charged action will commence!
It reminds me of a photograph that I took at Fairy Pools on the Isle of Skye in Scotland a few years ago (photograph below). I arrived at the location and set everything up. I was ready to spring into action when the timing was right. But the cloud was obscuring the mountains. I had to just wait. As time passed, the cloud ebbed and flowed. It concealed the mountains and then disappeared completely, then concealed the mountains again. But after a while, conditions suddenly became exactly what I had been waiting for. The cloud was swirling in front of the mountain, but the mountain peak was visible above it. And like a spring loaded coil I came to life and made the photograph I was after.
Had I not put the preparation in place beforehand, I would not have been ready for this moment when conditions were perfect. But also, if I had become impatient and took the photograph earlier, it wouldn’t have had the impact that it had through waiting.
Life can sometimes be like this. So it is with reluctance and excitement that I wait. Impatiently, yet with patience too.