Waiting is the hardest part
by Jill Sockman
The waiting is the hardest part. Or so the lyrics go. And oddly enough, even though I have more song lyrics than just about anything else stored in this brain of mine, those are the only words I know.
I’m in a hallway of sorts. It’s not a hall full of doors where I need to pick one and walk through it. It’s more like a transition area of some kind.Â It’s not unpleasant, and not terribly uncomfortable.
I feel clear on where I am.
But understanding this waiting time theoretically is not at all the same as abiding peacefully with the open space on a daily basis.… Read the rest