I’m nearly crushed under the weight I am holding up. When did this begin and when does it end? All I can do is wait. For how long? It’s not over yet. Fidgeting, twirling, bouncing on my feet. Any and every quirk to distract myself from wondering when the response will come. Until then, I am in discontent but not distraught. I have hope. I think? All this waiting infects me with fear. Oh, not this again. The curl of doubt and taste of insecurity and dreams faded to dust before I know the true answer.
Note: RRW stands for Really Random Writing. 🙂
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