Last night, I had dinner with my recently engaged ex-neighbor Charlotte. At the end of our meal, I cracked open my fortune cookie and was surprised to see only one word staring up at me.
Below it was the Chinese translation, and below that were a string of lucky numbers. But that one word struck me so and seemed like a command from the heavens.
Wait. Stop the worrying. Stop trying to race ahead. Stop considering all the options. Stop trying to predict the future. Just sit here in this moment and be patient, damn it.
I actually laughed out loud when I reported my “fortune” to Charlotte.
“Well at least yours is better than mine!” she said. “Mine says ‘lettuce’.”