Wait.

I feel as though I am in this holding pattern again. Certain events are taking place which are beyond my control, and I feel utterly paralyzed by it. My mind is running like a freight train - brimming with so many ideas that I contemplate the need to start jotting them down, lest my brain get so crowded that some may fall out. But I cannot seem to act on them. I sit here, mulling and pondering, hour after hour, immobile, stagnant. I am ready for my life to begin. This new existence. To create something that is solely me. I wait... immerse myself in leftovers. Remnants that I have yet to remove, like a splinter which skin has grown over - not knowing whether to take a needle and poke it out, or simply let it migrate on its own. I wait. And I wait. And I wait. Think, contemplate, debate thoughts and ideas of where to step next... instead of simply putting one foot in front of the other and moving. I can only hope for momentum once the splinter is gone - no matter which method it takes to get rid of it. I am overwhelmingly, lazily, restless...