I wish the rain would stop. Waiting for the sky to turn blue makes me restless.
Like waiting for things to unfold, trying to hurry it up or make something happen before their time can be grueling.
I read updates and wish for better results.
I push for life to unfold in the direction of illumination.
I sit and try to use waiting to my advantage however it can be difficult to divert attention.
Eager for the result to arrive, I struggle to understand the value of waiting.
Time does not wait on mere empty hoping.
With inner certainty I shall use waiting then to pause and reflect.
I hope she gets well soon.