We’re spending time at home. Not necessarily purposefully. Our Melennial Falcon 2–now with wings!–isn’t really flying so much right now. In fact, it’s not even driving.
We as a tribe are patiently waiting. And every other moment we start to want to give up hope. And then something happens. A phone call. A friend stops by. Things are provided for.
I almost hate that a lot. I mean, I want an easy fix. Or an easy answer. I want to go or stay. I don’t love sitting packed waiting to go.
However, as it turns out. Life isn’t about me. Who knew.
And I don’t really know where I’m going with this, only that it’s true. That we’re waiting. That I don’t want to wait. And I’m learning to be satisfied in the waiting.