sitting, waiting, wishing

You know, I don't feel put-out or displaced or anything like that. I've learned to be patient in my life -- I've learned that I'm good at waiting, watching. Unless I have expectations, of course - that is an entirely different ballgame.

Not to say that I don't get frustrated with it all from time to time. But when that happens, I know my fix can only be a few breaths away, a recollection of a favorite tune, a hum of a few bars or soft poetry whispered underneath my breath. This is what brings peace back to my mind.

So, I've spent the last few months just being. I wake, work, be semi-productive in my personal goals, have good family times (if little social life.) And I'm pretty ambigious as to what comes next. But I'm sure something's going to give. The time for permanent settling just doesn't seem quite right - and I feel selfish for wishing that it were.

I'm here -- sitting, waiting, wishing. And waiting on tomorrow to unfold.

g'n,
-d.