Waiting

It's one of my least favorite things to do. It's uncertain. It's on pause. It's holding still when the only thing I want to do is move. It feels COMPLETELY unproductive.


And yet, something is happening. Something inside. Something outside of my control. Something that feels like darkness turning into light. Something amazing, impressive, glorious, heartbreaking.


It's that one time you had to sit outside the principal's office, imagining all the worst things that would happen next. It's those days before you could take a pregnancy test when you've already been let down so many times. It's the frozen moments beside a hospital bed where you can't even picture life without them.


It's torture. Crushing. Refining. Forcing us to reflect and feel. We find out what we're made of when we have to wait.




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