Good Things Come To Those Who Wait?

That’s the explanation my friend offered when I told him I got the job: Good things come to those who wait.
Yes, at long last, I have landed a decent job – more than decent, actually. The salary is almost 50% more than what I was making previously and the company isn’t spiraling the drain. It even checks off most of the items on the list of what I want in a job: good pay, mentoring, challenges, promotion potential, involvement, appreciation, having a sense of purpose. I was dreading the idea of reentering a rigid corporate environment, but (thanks in large part to the salary) I am now excited to begin this new chapter.
I don’t believe, however, that patience is what brought about my turn of good fortune. A good amount of work and effort went in to bringing about this result. So, is it that the saying is wrong? Or, is it another way of promoting persistence and patience? What is the alternative to waiting? Do bad things come to those who don’t wait?
Perhaps the saying should more specifically be “good things come to those who wait for the good things instead of just settling for what’s available or even wrong.”
You know, in my younger years, I truly did believe that good things would come to me if I was patient. And I waited and waited, and prayed, and cried, became severely depressed when nothing good was happening to me. All I felt was pain and suffering and I would cry out to God: “why is my life so terrible and disappointing when I have been so patient?” I wanted the friends, the boyfriend, the beauty, the intellect, the money, and I looked at myself and saw that I had none of those things. I was a failure, taught to want things I didn’t really know how to get. I hated myself and was miserable for years – but I was patient, right? I toughed it out and kept moving forward in my life even when it was difficult to do so.
This may be another one of those instances where if the saying is old, it may be true, and my interpretation of it is wrong or incomplete.
These days, when you listen to or read about people who do have good things, you hear that good things come to those who work for them. Or, rather, great things come to those who work for them. Is the quote touting the virtuosity of patience a sort of validation for those who are good people yet unambitious? This view is confirmed to me when I watch Lewis Howes’ YouTube channel, The School of Greatness. I listen to him interview remarkable individuals and the value they each have in common is the aspiration to greatness. So, then, the question to all of us is: Do you aspire to greatness, or are you content with ‘good enough’?
I tell myself now, that while I aim to care a great deal about this step in my career path, I must not allow it to define me. I must keep sight of my ultimate goal of becoming a writer, an author. I will fall back into restlessness and lack of purpose if I turn my attention away from that which I am meant to do. As those who have achieved it say, the potential for greatness lives within each of us. The purpose of greatness, I believe, is to have an impact – a positive impact – on humanity, the world, the planet.
Perhaps the case is that with time, you will learn the lessons you must before you are ready to receive the gifts you are destined to receive.

In The Trench

Like a submarine in the Mariana Trench,
Morale explores new depths.
It may be that deeper is darker
But that doesn’t mean it should remain unexplored.
The further I travel into the darkness,
The closer I am to finding the truth.


Unable to bear the silence and tedious task before her, Mira reached for her headphones and began her familiar quest for inspiration on the internet. She’d stopped caring whether her boss could tell that she wasn’t working months ago. With everyone perched at their desks reviewing compliance data and quietly scheduling meetings, she secretly hoped someone would catch her not doing work and make a big fuss just for something interesting to happen.

Mira hoped this was not the way the office would always be, but the future was so uncertain during the reorg and the industry teetering on the brink of collapse. Jobs were being shuffled, redefined, and cut, and since she was only a contractor, her future was even more unknowable – lowest on the totem pole. In the two years she’d been working there, whenever the whispers began to circulate that cuts were coming, her boss always tried to reassure her that she wouldn’t be affected but couldn’t say for sure whether she’d still have the job in a month. She appreciated his attempt to prepare her, but she had already tested the waters in the job  market and they were torrid for anyone, let alone for a twenty-something still fighting to prove her value in the workplace.

Sometimes, when the team went out to lunch together, Mira would hear stories of the good ole days, when the office was in the city, each person would have their own office with a couch and the company would pay for lunch at one of the authentic Cajun restaurants. The company showed its appreciation for its people and they responded by dedicating their entire careers to it. Mira could imagine that it would be easy to stay in a situation like that. But, alas, times were different now. This was a time for business efficiency and optimization and, after Katrina, the threat of another massive hurricane triggered the move to a quieter town across the lake.

Imagining a better reality, however, or wishing for one, doesn’t change the way it is, as Mira was discovering. She felt so far from her ideal life, and coming to grips with what seemed like perpetual disappointment was painful.