Those who’d like to participate in Five Minute Friday will write for five minutes on the topic of the week, post it on their own blog and link up the post here. This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.
This week’s prompt is: WAIT
On Thursday morning, I stood at the airport train station, shivering as I waited for my morning train. It was my first day back to work after the blizzard on Tuesday. It was clear, very cold, and very bright as the sun reflected off of the piles of snow that surrounded us.
Unsurprisingly, the commuter rail train was running late. It happens frequently in picture perfect weather. Expecting on-time travel less than 48 hours after two feet of snow came dumping down was completely out of the realm of possibility.
Still, I got to the train station on time. And after standing there for 10 minutes, I shuffled into the warming box with a dozen or so other passengers, and continued to wait.
I do my best thinking during those train station waits. About anything, really. There’s an unspoken rule about commuting that you don’t stare at anyone, that you kind of keep to yourself, keep your music quiet, if it applies, and allow everyone else to have their quiet mornings, too.
So I do a lot of thinking, and I allow my brain to wander.
You can do a lot of thinking when you’re waiting for a late train.
Thursday’s thoughts started with trying to figure out what stitches I’ll use to fill the horses on the wimpel I’m stitching for a friend’s daughter. Then it meandered to figuring out how to complete the wimpel and the combo of the Month of Letters and InCoWriMo next month. Then I meandered to football, thinking about what I wanted to get to eat for the Superbowl tomorrow night. And then I started mentally swearing because the train was now 20 minutes late with no status updates.
(it came 10 minutes later. Thankfully).
I can get a lot of thinking done as I wait. It passes the time, and sometimes even is productive for me.
But I think I may do a bit too much thinking, and not as much doing as needs to be done – mostly because I’m standing there, waiting for those late trains…