In Malawi, we often joke that we’re “waiting to wait”. Malawi time isn’t always the same as American time, and it’s easy to find yourself waiting all day – for a person, for a meeting, in line, or just to wait. I think I do this “waiting to wait” more often in life than I notice. It seems that I’m always waiting impatiently for whatever is coming in the future. Waiting to get into college, then waiting to hear back about medical schools, then waiting to go to Malawi, then waiting to come home, then who knows what’s next.  When does the waiting stop and the awaited arrive? Or, am I too busy waiting again to embrace the awaited? I was reminded today to do less waiting and more living, less enduring of the moment and more relishing in the moment.