Waiting for my life to begin.

Tick-Tock. A dismal reminder of the death clock that is our lives. Reflecting on my past twenty-nine years of existence, I have found that much of my time was spent in waiting. Be it in lines, on the phone, or simply in rooms constructed for such an ordeal. These moments of inaction have left lasting impressions on the fulfillment of my experiences. Hesitation, procrastination, and complacency are all the ingredients to this poisonous brew. Sufficed to say, I have downed my share. Waiting for some miraculous event to snap me from the mundane existence I have allowed myself to become accustomed to. Languorously going through the motions of life. I struggle to even recognize the person who is existing in my place as I watch intently from the sidelines.

So much time has been wasted. So many hopes, dreams, and experiences have been put on hold. I know I cannot turn back time and change the outcomes of my ill-fated moments. Over the last ten or so years, I have continually lost pieces of myself. Lost my way. Lost my fire. Now with new opportunities, I begin a new life. Tentative, but far more optimistic of what the future holds. I am in my life, living it. No more waiting rooms.