We can stop waiting….

we race and dash and run and climb and dive in

and fall and get back up again

and climb some more

until we’re laughed at

or ridiculed

then we walk and jog and look up (steada climb) and dip toe in (steada dive in)

until we’re name called slow and loser and weird and scared

and then we stand still

and stare

and wait

and wait some more

while we figure out what the silently imposed formula is for

stopping waiting….

known something like this:

the promise of other (and all its forms):

a degree

a title

a ring

offspring

even your own real estate – thing

and more formulas…

what should happen in 20s

20s

30s

40s

50s

and so on….

always a reason to wait…for ‘other’

and once sought…wait for the

obligated …

next…

step

because surely no,

you can’t figure it out on your own….

must wait

always waiting

for these things

these recipes for completeness

that will happen

‘some day when’

always looking forward to that then

as if

looking at now?

who’da think. how foolish!

til one day (lots) it occurs:

did i wait to climb the tree?

did i wait to jump on the swing?

did i wait to play with numbers and do that ‘math’ thing?

did i wait to write stories

or create communities with my dollies

did i wait to feel companioned by best friends

or for building lemonade-sale then businesses as a means to an end?

and more?

does wind wait?

or sun?

or rain?

or a single peonies bud?

ahhh.

deep.

long.

breath.

waiting?

for other?

kinda like playing a now version of ‘simon sez’

we’ll rename that ‘society says’

or red light green light

cept we got stuck on yellow

always waiting

always thinking there’s something else to wait for

until the real living will begin…..

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some time ago i chose to be…complete as me…

and ever since

shedding the pulls

to wait for good

how so totally nonsense!

so gentle nudge

from me to you

ask your heart

if she’s being true

is she waiting

for

other?

and if so

from one to another

i sooo

get it

and invite you instead

to bold asking the question

will i let myself go even if the light is STILL red

and will i even consider, hello…

allowing ‘go’ if the light turns to yellow?

and if you nod yes

right here with you

holding hand and giggling

because i so get what it means to

be true to you 🙂 🙂 🙂