Waiting

It feels like all my life I have been waiting for the right time; the time when I can escape; the time when I will be free and happy; the time when I will be perfect; the time when someone will recognize the beauty in me and who I am; the time when I will feel unencumbered and valuable and enough.

Waiting always to be saved, to be inspired, to take action.

Waiting to be told what to do and how to get there.

A veil that has been pulled back; I am not caged. Rather I am holding myself back because I listen to others, to the way I thought it should be; paying attention to the parts of me that didn’t fit in.

Never really taking all that waiting and using it as time to discover myself. I can no longer wait, it seems silly to me.

Nothing is coming soon that isn’t already here with me.

I guess I must go discover the things, the secrets, the magic that exists in my sphere, the energy only I can carry forth.