HappyComeLucky

I’m waiting. I’ve been buzzing about this moment for days. In fact, I have been buzzing from the first moment today was suggested. I’m still buzzing. It’s not quite what I expected because I am waiting.

I arrived early. Not too early. Just early enough for me to be happy. Being late makes me anxious and edgy and I don’t want that. So, I set off and arrived.

In my mind, on the way here, I ran over the script. The things I want. The things I will say. The things we will do. Running over it to remind myself not to get so lost in the moment that I forget to speak. Running over it so that in the moment, I will be confident and fill him with that confidence too. Running over it because I will be in the lead.

But life doesn’t follow scripts. Delays happen. Life demands its share of attention and that means I am waiting.

I am waiting but I am calm. My anxiety has been left at home. My nerves have been displaced by need and desire. My restlessness has stilled and I am ready.

I am waiting for him and he is worth waiting for.