I haven't been talking about writing lately. I'm in the grinding stage: the end, where the words eke out one letter at a time. I'm just waiting to finish so I can move on to the next project. I'm even waiting for that and one more project to be finished, because I need a dose of Shiny New Idea Joy.
I'm in the waiting stage for DH to come home. And I've been making certain changes in my life, a ton of big changes and little changes, and I'm just waiting for those to blossom. I've made some big changes in my students' curriculum. Those changes won't blossom until May, at the earliest, and possibly later.
DH and I are both working toward some long-term, huge life-changing goals. So I'm waiting as patiently as I can for those.
I'm waiting for my foot to heal, I'm waiting to get back to TKD, and I'm waiting for the finances to work out the last kinks of a rough spot and realize they're in steady waters.
Every single minute of my day seems focused on a long term goal.
Which leaves me feeling like I'm sitting in one big waiting room.
Ever feel like that?