Waiting

“well it takes real guts to be alone

going head to head with the great unknown

but there is no greater sound, on this king’s road I’m bound

than just waiting for your chance to come”

-- I’m excited for Thailand, but for the past couple months, it’s been a waiting game. And truthfully— it is going to continue being a waiting game. I’ll be “doing”, I’ll be growing, learning new things, meeting new people, but always waiting. What for? Well—isn’t that the thing, though? We’re always waiting, and we never know what for. Finding out on your deathbed is a cliché, and an untrue one at that. So maybe the goal, or the optimal place, is to become at peace with this waiting. To gain peace with the intimidating scary-ocity of the next step. Not sitting on your ass and letting life happen to you, but embracing the wait. Enjoying the time spent between one step and the next, knowing that it’s never really about the steps themselves, but the time your foot spends in the air between each landing.