by Leah Sargent
I hate to wait. Long lines are torture. Put me on hold? No, thanks; I’ll call back later. Winter is the worst of all. All of the waiting through snow, ice and cold for spring — waiting to feel alive again — it seems like it will never end.
I’ve never been good at waiting. But in the last few years, I’ve done a lot of it. Maybe you’re there too, waiting for just about everything and wondering if the wait will ever be over.