Waiting
wow, sometimes waiting is the worst. It seems like everyday I am waiting for something. Waiting for the end of the year, waiting for a client to go live, next paycheck, dinner, drink, rain storm, sunny day, drink, apology, full moon, spring, vacation, etc, etc.
Thinking about what I’m waiting for is depressing, writing it down is enlightening. Who cares… I can’t make anything come any faster. I can stress about them more if I try to manipulate. Or, I can bury my head in the sand and not face any onslaught. That would be denial.
I am thankful for being able to wait, to want to be patient, not rush it, change it, move it or fix it. It is what it is, some things are in motion, best let them run their course. There are many times I wish I could write more, and more often. Blogging is still visible to everyone out there. Some stuff is personal, and I have to keep that in mind as I move forward.
I am thankful for the full house we will have tomorrow. At least 14. Not one actual “blood” relative, but family just the same. The table rotates, as it did last year. We will have new faces, miss the faces not that are not coming and comforted by the ones returning.
I sent an arrangement to my parent’s house for the occasion. Sometimes I miss being a kid and having somebody else do the work. I know I miss my grandma’s green jello. I keep meaning to ask for that recipe. I vow next year to make grandma’s green jello.
Happy thanksgiving everyone.
















