Some weeks I feel as if I’m getting nowhere.
As if I’m sitting at the station waiting for a train that I hope will go somewhere, but realize may go nowhere.
I know where I want to get to. I can see what needs to be done.
But because I’m waiting for something outside my control to happen, I’m unable to decide what to do next.
So here I sit. Bored. Impatient.
Thinking that life could be more exciting than this, yet knowing that it often isn’t filled with adventure.
And if I am to be truthful, feeling apprehensive about what’s going to be asked of me next.
When the train gets here. Where I am.