waiting

Crossing this bridge is a lot like waiting

My first day of my week in the Pacific Northwest.

I pick up my rental car at SEA-TAC and I head over to the border up north to cross into Vancouver. The drive, the excitement, the music and everything in between saliently depicts my struggle with patience. Crossing this bridge is a lot like waiting.

While I’m driving over this bridge, trying to stay within the lanes while plainly aware of everything that can go wrong. One of a million things can go sideways yet I knew the risks. But I had to do it.

Crossing this bridge is a lot like waiting because there’s no freedom of movement. You can’t even go backwards. Once you’re on the bridge you’re committed to seeing and being on the other side. You can do a few lane switches but the goal is not to go wherever you want but the goal of being on this bridge is to get to the other side. I knew the risks going in. I knew what I had to put on the line. I knew that I had to sacrifice everything. And so, when I’m given ample room to doubt – I can only rely on the the few things that have brought me through. I can only seek to be patient.

Because crossing this bridge is a lot like waiting.

Crossing this bridge is a lot like waiting patiently because you have to let traffic take its course. The surrounding cars and operators must be allowed to go their way. You can’t force the issue, you can’t force the speed and direction. You have to let everything run its course. When the opening is there the traffic decides to move forward and gives you space to operate, then you’ll see some progress and see glimpses of the other side. I can control, only what I am able to control and so I have to do everything in my power to remind myself that crossing this bridge is a lot like waiting.

I’ll be waiting

I guess

for now, cheers

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