Sometimes you can wait to open your statements

I am sitting outside. In the distance, I hear the faint call of an unidentifiable bird. its song starts with a higher note and swings downward effortlessly and then pauses.  It waits for a reply I presume. The chorus repeats. The cadence predictable. Until it is not. Change.

The temperature is ideal. Clouds dominate but the sun will not be content this day to hide. There is a slight breeze. It is cool, but not uncomfortable. It feels like a morning should. Early risers know what I speak of.  There is an air about mornings. It feels different. Until it doesn't. Change.

I type under the canopy of small maple tree. Its leaves a hue you only see in March.  Fresh. Brilliant. Small.  Pansies bloom in a container.  Purple. Orange. Yellow. Trees leaf and flowers bloom until they don't. Change.

I am alone in a courtyard meant for many. I relish this opportunity. For a fleeting moment, there are no email notifications, no alerts from my phone. No kids to officiate, no pets to tend to. I escape the headlines. Doors slide open, a gaggle of men enter the area. I was socially distanced, until I wasn't. Change.

I write as I wait. Waiting is what you do when you are at a hospital and you are not the patient. I wait for my mother to finish her cancer treatment. It is her final treatment (for a while we hope).  But we we have to wait on the results of tests to know. Of course, we do, Always waiting, hoping for change.

There is a unique weary to waiting.  But I don't have to tell you. You are experiencing it as well.  We are all just waiting.

Waiting for the curve to flatten.

Waiting for Congress to pass a bill

Waiting for a vaccine to arrive.

Waiting for our investments to recover.

Waiting for a stimulus check to arrive. 

Waiting for our unemployment benefits to kick in. 

Waiting to get an all clear.

    To go out without fear, 

        To hug instead of hide.

            To do anything besides....

Wait and wait and wait....

Until you don't.

Nothing stays the same. Yes, we tire. We get impatient. We tell ourselves it will never get better. We convince ourselves things will never change but it does. It always does. I am not a person that meddles in certitude, but I am wholly confident our waiting will end.  

Jobs will come back. Markets will recover.  We will spend money again and there will be companies that will take it. Hang in there. I know waiting is hard.  Some news is likely to get worse before it gets better. The temptation to tell ourselves dangerous lies will exist. Don't do it.  Wait. Just wait. Change will come.  

Remind yourself of this next week when you get your first quarter statements next week.  Of better yet, just don't look. Just wait. It will be okay.