I am in the Waiting Room…
Waiting to be seen and to be heard.
To be forgiven and then forgotten.
I am waiting….
For that glorious Ah Ha moment.
For all of you to realize how wonderful I am.
For you to admit that I was right, and you were wrong.
I am waiting for my guardian angel to swoop in and beat up those bullies.
I am waiting for Daddy to come home and lift me to the ceiling.
I am waiting for Mommy to take my flannel pjs out of the warm dryer.
I am waiting for snow.
I am waiting for summer vacation.
I am waiting for my guests to arrive.
Now I’m waiting for them to leave. Go already!
I am waiting for something to change.
I’ve had enough of this. I’m ready for that.
I am waiting to be revealed as the fraud that I am.
I am waiting for my turn.
After years of work in television, years of raising our daughter, years of preparing dinners, years of doing a million other things, I am finally able to devote myself to my true passions: procrastinating and writing.