Dr. Dinar

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Hurry Up And Wait

You’d think I’d be better at this thing.

And by “thing” I’m referring to this seemingly endless waiting game known as the RV/GCR

Heck, right from the very beginning we’ve been waiting.

Started off waiting in some wonky dark bubble of some kind.

Finally, after 9 long months, thinking the wait was over, we began to see what we thought was the light at the end of the tunnel.

Sheesh, get us out of this Waiting Room.

We’re ready to rock this world!

Unfortunately, as we’d come to find out, there was much more waiting ahead.

Waiting for someone to hold us.

To feed us.

Someone to do whatever else it was we felt needed doing that for some reason or another we hadn’t quite yet figured out how to do ourselves.

And so we waited.

And waited some more.

Not much seemed to be happening as far as speeding up the waiting process so we began throwing in a tantrum or two, simply to turn things up a notch.

Sure, we also threw in a bunch of whining as well, for dramatic effect.

Really added to the heightened sense of urgency.

Or so we thought, anyway.

After all, what did we have to lose.

It wasn’t like they were gonna put us back in that wonky bubble, right!?!

Amazingly enough, occasionally all of our screaming, crying, and whining actually worked.

We got what we wanted.

Other times, not so much.

So when it comes to waiting, although we don’t enjoy it, after a lifetime of perfecting our waiting skills we’ve pretty much become experts at it.

As time passed, we moved from turtle on its back status to terror on the floor tile mode and everything escalated from there.

We were in essence mobile and that was a complete gamechanger.

No longer were we being held back by our physical limitations.

Suddenly we could scream and shout as well as twist it all about.

And did we ever take advantage of it.

To the point of being such a huge distraction on all levels that they were forced to up their game in accordance.

Hence, our introduction to the Rumor Mill.

All brought to us courtesy of a colorful cast of characters that lived in a box in the family room.

From morning to night, 7 days a week, these fine folks told us everything we ever wanted to know about life.

About reality.

Well, reality from their perspective anyway.

Who were we to say they were wrong.

Who were we to say anything.

At that point, we were pretty much speechless. Literally.

They all seemed so convincing, even if we weren’t quite convinced they were real.

After all, most of us had cats & dogs at home and so we knew they were real.

Yet, for some unknown reason, none of them ever took the time to talk to us.

Yeah, they made the occasional weird noise here ‘n there but it only seemed to happen when they wanted food.

Or attention.

Come to think of it, I’m beginning to see a pattern there.

Anyway, the one’s in the box spent the time to give us the full scoop on everything that was going on.

So it was probably best to listen to them and forget the one’s at home.

They obviously had an agenda.

The one’s at home only wanted us for food.

We knew it.

They knew it.

Their gig was up.

As time passed, we began to reach new heights, which enabled us a better perspective with which to view the world.

Once again, in an effort to contend with our new & improved viewpoint, they were forced to up their game, reaching new levels of creativity.

Enter fine folks like the Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause and who knows who else in between.

None of them visible, much less verifiable, but believe in them we did.

And as I recall it didn’t take a whole lot to get us to believe those stories.

Was it because they came with a built in bribe, a reward of sorts, as proof that they existed?

Perhaps.

I mean, if they didn’t exist, how else did those quarters end up under our pillow.

Even better yet, what about all those presents under the Christmas tree.

Who do you think could’ve managed that.

All overnight, no less.

That was no dream, although it sure felt like it.

And that went on for years.

At least until we were about 7 or 8 years old.

That was about the time we began to notice the first inklings of disinfo floating around the classroom.

Rumors that, not only were they confusing, but they were extremely disappointing as well.

What do you mean the Tooth Fairy isn’t real!

Who’s gonna make up a story like that.

And if they did make it up, what would be the reason behind it.

Why would they want us to believe in something that wasn’t true.

Next thing you know, it was the Easter Bunny.

Say it ain’t so.

I mean, some of us have actually seen him in real life.

Even had our photo taken with him.

There’s no way he’s not real.

And then they really dropped a bombshell on us.

Yep, the jolly guy in the big red suit… was a fraud.

Mind blown.

Almost from day one I’d gone to the Mall to visit with him, convince him of just how nice I’d been, drop off my Must Have list, and go home and wait for that oh so special day.

That’s one guy I knew for certain was real.

Now, did I ever actually see him slide down the chimney?

Ummm, that would be a no.

Did I ever see him place all the presents under the tree?

Again, that would be a no.

But how could I.

I was too busy sleeping because I was told that if I went to bed early, I could get up early and open up the presents he’d dropped off overnight.

Made total sense.

And I wasn’t about to risk it by testing their story.

I knew that somewhere between the socks, sweaters and underwear was bound to be at least one, if not two things that were actually on my list.

But eventually the rumors became impossible to ignore.

To the point where I finally had to give in.

Sure enough, Santa Clause wasn’t real.

Santa was a rumor.

He was a big piece of a huge disinfo campaign, sent to me by the very same people I was supposed to trust the most in life.

Looking back, I guess I can see why they did it.

Their goal was to keep hope alive.

To help us have faith in the unseen.

To believe in better days ahead.

Fast forward to today and it seems as if we’re living in the very same scenario.

We’re running on rumors, misinfo and disinfo.

We’ve been down this road a time or two.

We should be experts at this by now.

And at the end of the day, we are.

The hard part is in having the patience to hang in there and remember that.

That’s the one life lesson that we never truly master, regardless of how many times we’re tested.

We have to know in our hearts that it’s a process.

A process that’s been in process, in the process of processing, for longer than any process has any right to process processing.

And thankfully, we also know that somewhere along in the world’s slowest ongoing process, they will begin to process our exchanges.

And I hope you continue to hang in there until the process reaches our level of processing.

That will make all of this seemingly forever of waiting all worthwhile.

Remember, we were raised on rumors.

We’re experts.

We got this!

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I’m not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor in any way connected with the Cartoon Network. I’m simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I’m there at the finish line to enjoy it.