Waiting is one of my bugaboos — perhaps because I’ve done so much of it. As a kid waiting for my parents to stop talking, get in the car, and go. As an adult waiting in checkout-lines, as a parent waiting in the warming house at the ice rink.
Over the years I’ve gotten better at waiting in large part because I’ve simply stopped “waiting.” Instead, I’ve…
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