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Going Mad and Wasting Time Waiting for the “Next Big Thing.”
The only thing getting done is the laundry
I feel like I am waiting for something. I don’t know exactly what for, but I feel like I am spending my days just, waiting.
Waiting, for my husband to come home from work.
Waiting, for my kids to get home from school.
Waiting for kids to finish practice.
Maybe if I wait long enough my next big idea will pop into my head and I can write about it.
Perhaps, if I am patient and wait long enough, I will get a call for an interview for yet, another job I have applied for.
Why does this chapter seem harder to start than the others?
As I think about the past chapters of my life, I cannot remember a time between chapters with a memorable waiting period. I weaved in and out of the chapters with ease. I knew for the most part what I wanted and went for it. It seemed as if when one chapter ended, a new one started. It was organic as if I were on a path and all I had to do was follow it. Not that it was easy, the path full of its share of both treachery and triumphs, but still organic.
