Waiting

I got up this morning and waited for the sun to rise. It felt like I was waiting forever. The sun may have been waiting for the clouds to get out of its way. Maybe the clouds were waiting for the wind to blow them away. It seemed as though everyone was waiting for something.

I've noticed a lot of waiting lately. I have found myself waiting for others to do something so I can get on with it. This is a futile game. I can't control other people's behaviours (although I admit that sometimes I'd like to). The only thing I can do is pay attention to my own experience and act accordingly. I've noticed that the real frustration doesn't come from waiting on other people's actions but really it stems from no enforcing my boundaries myself.