It seems as though, no matter how much I just want certain stages of my life to be over, I am stuck waiting. It sometimes feels as though I am being ungrateful to the Universe, when the truth is, I have SO MUCH to be grateful for. But I hate waiting. Then, while I am half-way through the waiting period, I get punched in the gut today. Not literally, but it felt like it. I know that somewhere right under the surface there is a fighter, but he is STUCK IN THE WAITING ROOM!
So, I will keep waiting. In the meantime, I am going to excuse myself from the waiting room. I need to run around the building a few times and remind myself that I am still alive.