If you've ever been to a bad 80's wedding, no doubt you've limboed. You stood in line. You listened to questionable music. You followed others while you marched around in circles--just waiting for your turn to bend over backwards, scootch under a tiny little pole, and hopefully make it out the other side without landing flat on your back.
The key to the game is simple: Be flexible enough to make it, but strong enough not to break.
It's also a good metaphor for life (and love, and illness...) and everything in between.
The dictionary defines limbo as:
a) a region on the border of hell or heaven
b) a place or state of oblivion to which persons or things are regarded as being relegated when cast aside, forgotten, past, or out of date
c) an intermediate, transitional, or midway state or place
d) a place or state of imprisonment or confinement
e) a state of uncertainty or waiting
f) a dance
It can be a blessing or a curse. A fun game or a forced obligation. The gateway to pain or the start of a new adventure.
It's all in how you look at it.
Tonight, as I prepare for tomorrow's doctor's visit and anticipated test results, I'm thinking a lot about my attitude. It's been a long five months and I'm anxious for answers. It's also possible that whatever answers I receive will only lead to more questions.
Whatever the news, I'm choosing to dance (...even if I don't pick the music). If you're in Limbo, I hope you will too. In the meantime, here's a Lullaby for a Stormy Night.
Altered Today: Patience, Attitude, Dread, Thoughts about Sickness.