The Waiting Place.

The Waiting Place.....for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come,

or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow, 

or waiting around for a Yes or a No, or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for the wind to fly a kite,

or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake,

or a pot to boil, or a Better Break, or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.

Everyone is just waiting.

NO! That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying.

You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing.

-Dr. Seuss

I love Dr. Seuss.  In a short childish poem, he conveys the wisest message.  And I've done exactly as he says.  I've waited......and I've waited....aannnddd I've waited.  I've been in the Waiting Place for years now.  I've waited on others, I've waited on me, I've waited to to turn into a grown up, not wild nor free.  

I've waited for fate to run its course, and I have waited for love to grow.  I love when Dr. Seuss says 'you'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing.'  That's for me.  I'm off to bigger and better things.  I'll find the dashing young prince, the bag pipes a-blowing, and all the while I'll be growing and growing.  

I still think a part of me will always be waiting on you, and I can't change that until my heart decides to un-anchor.  But I can continue down a path filled with confetti and chiming bells.  I'll march to my own beat, I'll dance to my own swing, and through it all,  I'll be silly ol' ME.