Waiting is never desirable. Anticipation can be torture. In addition, it takes away from the now. But I’d be lying if I said I weren’t eager. And isn’t that the same as waiting? As anticipating? I’m so tired. Sometimes it’s as though I am on a tilt-a-world or a roller coaster or just free falling. Sometimes it’s hard to walk, to put one foot in front of the other. But I am and I will. Stability would be nice. Assurance. Trust.