For the past week or so, I have found myself zoning out and several minutes pass before I realize I’ve been absent: I’m waiting.
There’s so much wrapped up in those two little words, isn’t there? Anticipation, uncertainty, questions, ponderings, dreams….. I find myself wondering so many inconsequential things when I zone out: is this child a boy or girl? What color hair or eyes will they have? What day is going to be celebrated for the next 100 years as this child’s birth? Every morning I find myself wondering “will today be the day?”
It’s been years since I’ve had anything to truly day dream about. So I wait and I day dream…..