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I feel like I’m waiting for something to happen, some grand, huge thing – just to happen.

I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why I’m waiting but that’s how I feel. Like I’ve put things on hold just because something may be coming up.

I feel like I’m going through the motions – living life just to live it until that big thing happens. I go to school. I go to work. I go to the gym. I hang out at home with Dakota. I go out with my nieces and nephews.

But these are things that are happening while I wait.

It’s there, on the periphery…haunting me, telling me something is coming.

And it’s not a bad thing. It’s an exciting thing. That much I can feel. But I don’t know what it is.

And this is odd for me. I’m used to rushing out and embracing new things, not waiting for them.

It’s frustrating.
It’s annoying.
It’s jarring.

I want to know what it is.