Waiting is the Hardest Part

It started out as harmless fun.  All those months of waiting and saving and dreaming.  I found the silver lining in having so much time to save up and get exactly what I wanted.  I whittled down my list to four, then three, then two dresses.  And then life (in the form of my favorite vestigial organ) went totally haywire and I missed one of the two dresses that I so desperately wanted.  

I've been waiting for six months now for Selkie to release their spring '22 collection.  And I am waiting still.  They did a teaser drop in which some stores like Anthropologie released a few items in the collection and among those items was the dream dress I've been pining for.  The trouble is that this teaser drop occurred while my appendix was hard at work trying to kill me and I was in the hospital trying to suss out this internal mutiny.  The dress sold out so quickly it was gone before I could even hobble over to my computer to check emails, let alone check in with the fashion world.

I did manage to snag the Mucha print in the cotton Day dress at the mini-drop and then had to watch as everyone else got their dresses and mine is still sitting at my local DHL office because for some reason they decided to wait a week to deliver it to me.  It's been less than an hour away from me for a WEEK!  No matter how many times I call and how many times they claim they've rescheduled the shipment, it continues to sit there.  And I continue to wait.

Sometimes it feels like much of my life is comprised of waiting. Waiting to be all grown-up.  Waiting to be out on my own; waiting for a family.  Waiting to fall in love; waiting to heal from a broken heart.  Waiting for the seasons to change from disagreeable to pleasant.   Waiting for life to get going and then waiting for the schedule to settle down.  Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Being in the moment, in the action isn't nearly as hard as being on the sidelines, waiting to get in the game.  In many ways, I've tried to adopt an attitude of gratitude for the season of life I'm in so that I don't miss the beauty of the world around me while I'm waiting for whatever comes next.  There are a few things I still have not learned to love however, like winter--still hate it--and this Selkie wait has fallen into that category.  

Sure, I did just fine all through the fall and winter, but February was a little rough and March has been excruciating, especially since I missed one dress and had LOTS of time on my hands to lay in bed or sit on the couch all alone and dwell on it.  Not just the disappointment of missing out after waiting so long, but the disappointment at all these teaser drops and mini drops and exclusive items and limited editions, etc.  It's made something that was already difficult, pretty much unbearable.  

The cherry on this complete lack of sundae is that we still don't know when the spring collection is going to drop.  No word, none at all.  I am powerless to do anything but sit here and continue to wait.  Well, not totally powerless, I have reached a serious decision after this whole experience.  I'll share more on that in an upcoming post.  I also am trying to just carry on and get busy living instead of staying busy waiting.

I've asked myself if I would care so much if I hadn't been waiting so long, and quite honestly, I don't think I would.  I think if I just saw these dresses pop up, I'd like them or not but not be so frustrated or devastated at missing out.  While I can't do much to take back the past six months of waiting, it's not an exercise I intend to repeat.

So, yes, I am still waiting but I am also trying to get my mind off the waiting by getting outside and enjoying this beautiful and rather indecisive spring as much as possible before all these lovely blossoms fade away in a dress that is just as gorgeous as those on my Selkie list.  I am also trying to be thankful for all that I have instead of disappointed over what I don't.

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