One of my favorite college professors (his name was Jun) once said that luck isn’t being in the right place at the right time, it’s putting yourself in a position to be in the right place at the right time.

And I believe him. If we’re just talking semantics.

I actually don’t believe in luck at all, which is why I made my first statement about waiting. I actually think that a better way to describe my professor’s idea of luck is to call it “active waiting”. You see, it’s knowing (or trusting) that something is going to happen if you just keep going for it. You take steps that move you forward, and sometimes, if you’re going the right direction, you’ll hit opportunities that can push you even higher.

This is in contrast to just plain ol’ “waiting”, which means that you’re sitting on your keister and still expecting something to happen. And you’d be right – something will: you’ll get fat, dumb, anti-productive, and altogether zombified by that glowing box you sit in front of.

So as for me, I find myself in a season of active waiting. Actually, I can’t remember a time when I haven’t been in this sort of a season. I expect big things to happen and I am actively engaged in trying to make them happen. But I don’t think they’ll happen because of what I do. Does that make sense? Ultimately, I think they’ll happen because they were destined to. (And yes, I do believe in destiny; but not the kind that is most common today, in our culture.)

It’s a really uncomfortable place to be, but isn’t all of life really uncomfortable anyways? Isn’t it better to actually be able to identify the discomfort and just deal with what you believe to be going on through it all? I think so.