I notice that I have a few things on hold. Grades are due at the end of the week and while I know that I need to get busy, I’m still dragging my feet. The task is not on hold but my motivation obviously is.
There’s a monthly social justice newsletter I publish that is usually out by now. I guess it’s on hold, too.
Conference session proposal due dates, catch-up zoom calls with friends, the prospect of a vacation with no commitments… all things that I hope or plan to do, temporarily put on hold.
On hold until I can catch my breath, recover my sense of equilibrium. Actually settle.
Some things can and will have to wait. Other items will require action sooner rather than later.
Something can be on hold and build up our anticipation – a long awaited library book, for instance. That’s possible.
Putting, placing, accepting a few things on hold – that’s just where I am right now. And there’s a hopeful anticipation for the time when I can turn my attention to each task in turn and savor being present and to have made it well worth the wait.