Where did she go? The one who used to want things.

She didn't go anywhere. She just stopped being asked.

The Waiting Was Part of the Joy

I caught myself getting irritated yesterday waiting for a video to render.

Thirty seconds. Maybe a minute.

And I could feel it — that little edge of frustration rising up. Come on. Let’s go.

And then I started laughing.

Because I remembered a time when we took a roll of film to be developed and waited five to seven days to see…