How much of my life is spent waiting in line, waiting for one member of our party to join us, stuck in traffic, uncomfortable in a noisy, crowded place, uncomfortable on an airplane —even trying to fall asleep.
Waiting for it to be over. I don’t want to be here, don’t want to inhabit these times. I want to subtract them from my life.
I hereby promise myself that (when I remember) I will turn these times toward self-observation, noticing what is going on inside me, how my body feels, what are my expectations, what are my fears.
— Josh Mitteldorf