The waiting room
For a long time it seemed to me that my life was about to begin.
But there was always something that needed to happen first, before it could begin. Something that needed to be finished. Something that needed to be done. Something that needed to happen. THEN, my life would begin.
Eventually it dawned on me that these ‘somethings’ were my life. That I had been living my whole frickin life in the waiting room … just waiting:
… for that call to come
… for the year to go
… for a different vocation
… for a change in my situation
… for Friday night
… for the time to be right
… for holidays
… for better days …
“NO, that’s not for me!” I shouted as I burst out of the waiting room and exploded into action.
Inspired by Dr Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go