Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Yes, Virginia, You CAN Wait for Santa Claus

When I was a kid, waiting for Santa seemed an interminable space where day-to-day life was put on hold. “I can’t wait! I can’t wait!” became my daily (internal) mantra.

I’m not waiting for Santa this year but I’ve put myself in a similar tizzy waiting in other ways.
  • One agent who has my full manuscript tweeted that she is going to read all submissions and reply to authors by the end of the year.

  • Three other agents have had my manuscript for weeks/months and I’m still awaiting word on those.

  • By the end of December, I’ll be notified whether I was accepted for a prestigious writing residency at Hedgebrook on Whidbey Island in 2011.

Living more in the present has been a lifelong struggle. When I put this much effort into waiting, I become a permanent resident of limbo. It’s not a good way to live. My stomach twists, I stress-eat, I obsess about things completely out of my control.

And if/when I don’t get what I’m waiting for, I’ll feel letdown – both because I didn’t get that agent/residency/big break, but also because I can’t get back these days that I’ve wasted not living presently, joyfully and gratefully.

Sounds like I’ve begun my New Year’s resolution list early.

Any resolutions emerging for you yet?

1 comment:

  1. Can't wait for Santa... how true. Once again this year, I was the one who found the PERFECT gifts for my beloved, only to dance around like a little kid and then BEG her to open them. Because I couldn't wait. She tried to resist, but in the end, I "won". Now there's one little, lonely gift under what used to be a tree full of wrapped surprises. Hmmmm. The good news is, she's able to use all of the winter clothing I got her right now.
    New Year's resolutions? Be more generous, be more patient, be more kind, be more understanding....
    --Tim Birchard