It was a phrase that jumped out at me from the comments at Scipio's latest post, Have a Bad Day. (It goes without saying that you shouldn't go there if you're trying to have a good day.)
The commenter wonders if it's just him, or are others feeling the "holding pattern," refraining from the news-junkie mode:
Its seems to me (and to others I talk to) that the jury is out as to what is going to happen next and everybody seems to be in a holding pattern waiting for ‘it’ to happen. The usual conversations I have had with others are a bit dull and inconsequential like we’re in some vast waiting room for ‘history’ to happen.
Waiting rooms. That word picture brings about a visceral jump that sets the mind racing. I'm not even sure we're all exactly confident about what we're waiting for. Babies or bombshells. New grace or old grudges. Points to be made or scores to be settled.
Mostly, I think we're silent, like a man in the doctor's office for the first time 40 years. He doesn't want to be there and knows his life will not be the same afterward; he is calling up scenarios and possibilities for the Best Options Considering.
A helluva place to be. Waiting. . .