Once again I’m in the storm before the calm, waiting for things to move onwards. 

I’m stuck in the middle where I anticipate big things.

I’m at the end of editing for my first book baby, eager to polish it until it shines and send it out into the world to sink or swim. 

I’m a handful of days away from truly being my own boss, owning my own place, 

Political change has things stirred up everywhere I look, impacting my life every time I look at my phone.

I need to stop and breathe, and remember that everything comes in its own time, and nothing I can do will change that.

Time is the most elastic of things, untouchable and completely mutable, 

with magical qualities in the most ordinary of days.

It has the ability to slow down and stop, one moment stretching endlessly onwards while another disappears faster than light.

My moments are fleeting, except the ones I want to pass. I wish I could make a deal to keep the good ones around longer, and let the bad ones drift away, 

but we don’t have that option in life. 

Instead, I’ll stay in this moment of anticipation of greatness ahead, 

and dream about tomorrow today.