Everyone is just waiting

This is how I feel right now. Like I'm in this waiting place, waiting for life to start happening in a more meaningful way. Here's an excerpt from one of my favorite Dr. Seuss books Oh! The Places You'll Go!

From Oh! The Places You'll Go!

by Dr. Seuss

You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race

down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace

and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,

headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come,

or a plane to go or the mail to come,

or the rain to go or the phone to ring,

or the snow to snow

or waiting around for a Yes or No

or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite

or waiting for wind to fly a kite

or waiting around for Friday night

or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake

or a pot to boil, or a Better Break

or a string of pearls,

or a pair of pants or a wig with curls,

or Another Chance.

Everyone is just waiting.