Waiting

I used to think that waiting was a noble thing. Delayed gratification, you know. Now, as a forty year old soon to be divorced man, I'm not so sure. I mean, I understand all of the nuances of waiting. It makes sense not to rush in and make a mistake, not to play the fool for the sake of spontaneity...I get all of that. But I'm watching the world move around me, and I wonder to myself why I'm still not moving.

I have many noble reasons for not moving. But doubt begins to creep in, and I can't help asking myself the really hard questions.

Oh well. Friday blues. Maybe the weekend will help. I used to really look forward to the weekends, too.