Do you hate having to wait?
Sometimes it feels like I’ve spent my whole life waiting; it’s the curse of being a person who normally turns up on time. I’ve actually discovered that the gold is in the waiting.
I think the idea for the creative type is to see it more like percolating than waiting. Stopping for a moment to ask that question, “what is this time for?”
Perhaps there is a creative idea longing to be birthed? Or a stranger sitting next to you longing for a conversation?
P:S: See this Blog Post “Talking to Strangers”