Lessons of Delay
One of the biggest struggles for me this summer has been contending with the notion of delayed gratification, satisfaction, relief, any other kind of “good” feeling you can think of. This has plagued me in random facets of my life for awhile but never all at once. This PhD is the ultimate in delay…accomplishment always lies somewhere in the not-too-distant future. But it also seems to be trickily elusive; like the carrot tied to the horse’s head that dangles in front of it’s nose, just always out of reach, the end seems to move farther away proportionate to any kind of strides I make to get there. This PhD is really about tricking the carrot.
For this past year, the delay was waiting to move from Crummy, Dark, Weird Apartment #2 into a place that I knew would work as a true, comfortable home base, a facet of life I’ve been without for 4 years really. A lot of energy was spent actively waiting for that to come down. Now that the wait is over, the relief is almost unimaginable. But it was intense in the month of June, which happened to coincide with several of my friends heading out of reach, some permanently and some “just for the time being.” The delay with the friends was (and still is) that my everyday life qualitatively changed. I had to temporarily imagine my life working differently and unexpectedly and in ways completely out of my control if I still wanted them to be a part of it. It felt uncomfortable and tenuous.
I guess there’s a lot of ways to approach this. Some might tell me I needed to adjust my mind-set: “Why wait for others when you can take the reins yourself, ” they’d say. My response to those is that when you take the reins there, you’d better be prepared for loneliness because you’ll be the only one present to you. Other people just become part of the decoration of your life; people in picture frames on your walls. My question is why they’re not sitting on your couch. Others might say that I need to loosen my grip a little. This is probably true to some degree, but do I really want to allow “slack” with people who possess the power to turn my world? Do I become, then, the “slacker”? I’m not comfortable with that, either.
As this month is winding down and headed back toward some kind of normalcy, with people back where they “should” be and life snapping to some kind of new but comfortable shape, I’m realizing that the lessons of delay that I take away from this June and others like it reveal themselves immediately. I’ve learned that a little missing, a little wanting is good; too much is toxic and not enough is apathetic. Time always passes. But forever wanting can wreck you in a very unobtrusive, quiet way; a mantle of that kind of unique discomfort can really weigh heavily.
So, I guess my lesson of delay is really this: The quality of the days in which you get what you’ve been wanting will be determined by the quality of the days you’ve spent without having.
Appreciation will usually be the end result if we’ve played it right. But that’s my lesson. You may have to find your own.
