I'm not a patient guy. I pace when the mail comes after its usual 2 pm delivery. Football replay reviews can raise my heart rate to dangerous proportions. I may have even uttered a profane word or two when Netflix has a momentary lag. God must have been rushed when He made me, because I can't stand inactivity.
So when there's a decision that could impact the well being of my whole family, the wait becomes magnified by 1,000,000,000x. Time seems to slow down exponentially. At first, seconds seem like minutes, and then hours, and then years. I check my phone about 32 times a day just to make sure that a call wasn't missed because of a bad cell signal or broken ringer. My pulse shoots up like I downed a pot of espresso after a "bing" of an email, and then is plunged into depression when it turns out just to be an offer for male enhancement drugs. (However, legitimate contract work goes to my spam folder? Way to go Yahoo e-mail service?)
I also develop a bad case of ADHD. I keep my hands busy, but nothing productive comes of it. I'm finding that concentration is harder to obtain than the Arc of the Covenant. At least Indiana Jones had Nazis in his way, and all I have standing before me is uncertainty.
The optimist in me knows that these feelings will subside. Either my family will pack up our stuff and head on out to greener pastures, or we'll circle the wagons and try again. My life won't end if this opportunity doesn't come through. And there remain some significant challenges if it does. I'm game to try and take on a new adventure, but right now it's out of my hands.
So, I wait...