Ain't Nobody Got Time fo Dat: Why I'm Not Waiting
I read this today from a friend's tweet, I didn't like it. I've grown up with this 'waiting' talked about and preached to me and I've decided to disagree deeply with it. The post I read today was about how (Christian women are) to wait for their husbands, like what they should be doing in the meantime and why, as well as what to wait for. While I agree that one should not just be sitting stagnant, twiddling their thumbs as they sit pretty waiting for their 'Prince Charming', I don't like the idea, the sound, of waiting. There are better things to do. To me, waiting means there's a preoccupation from the present task, life, at hand. Yes, the Productive Waiting Model (I just made that up) encourages the waiters to further themselves in their spiritual life and to make sure they have some type of concept of the man they're to marry one day, but that still doesn't feel right to me. When I'm in the waiting room at the mechanic, I...