My Life’s on Hold
My life’s on hold.
I don’t know why. The pandemic hasn’t helped but even before it moved into our lives, I was pausing and waiting . . . . . I don’t know what I’m waiting for but I am on hold.
I keep thinking I’ll do stuff after . . . . . but I can’t tell you what the after is. I just pause and think I’ll start up again when the time is right. It never is.
I’m at an age where I should be hurrying to get everything done, but I’m wasting time.
I keep thinking I’ll “organize.” I will purge and know where everything is. It doesn’t happen.