The Waiting Room again. And again.
I sit in a waiting room.
Four walls, me and my laptop.
It’s quiet. I remembered a post I had written on this subject a year or so ago.
I pulled it up and reread it — questioning — has anything changed in 18 months?
I ended that earlier post with this:
No more waiting rooms for me.
Well, except this one…because it really is a waiting room and not a metaphor for a woman treading water in a mid-life cliche.
How about you?
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A light perky question. To suggest motivation for myself. And others.
So no more waiting rooms for me. Hmm. Has that been true since April 2012?
I certainly don’t feel I’m waiting in the sense of sitting still.
No. That’s not right either.
So much of life washes over me. Or I get swept up in the current of every day.
The alarm goes off. I hit the snooze and then when I can’t hit the snooze any longer — the day takes off. In track shoes.
So why does it feel like I’m still waiting? On pause.
Maybe I need to figure out the direction I want to head — and start straining against the current?
What about you?
You are awesome!
And. . . .
I can relate to feeling like a mid-life cliche… and of being on pause. It definitely has helped me to pick a direction and go.
It was interesting to ask — am I still on pause 18 months later? My days are filled with racing as everyone’s seems to be now days. But what am I racing toward? I love that you are so directed and focused in your writing. You inspire me. I’ve been thinking I don’t know a direction, but maybe I do. Maybe it’s time to focus and not try to be all things?
Thanks Julia.
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