"Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting. . .
NO! That's not for you!
Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing."
from "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" by Dr. Seuss
I have a photocopy of two pages from this book, the Waiting pages, taped together and posted on my bulletin board above my desk.
Taped to the ledge above my boss' mail slot is a fortune cookie slip, which reads "Do not give up, the beginning is always the hardest."
It's Friday, and we still don't have any purchase agreements in hand, though presumably everything is underway. The realtors, lawyers and other bureaucrats are presumably looking for ways to take a final chunk out of us before conceding to various deals with us in which they prosper -- because of course, they can only feed from our veins this one time, per this one business deal -- whereas once we have the property and begin building what will surely be a center for life and empowerment in our little geography, we will continue on. We'll recover from all the dubious machinations and genuine sacrifices this deal has required of us, and we will Move On. Fuck the rest.
Why yes, I DO work for a church. :-) You can't keep letting it get you down...