Waitingroom

I often get this feeling. That I'm not in the moment. I'm doing something, but my thoughts are already at the next thing coming. I'm always waiting for something. And to be quite honest, I don't know what I'm waiting for. Just something. Anything that will shake me up and rock my world.

On few instances I have caught myself just being right in the moment, and those are moments of complete satisfaction and happiness. Those are moments where I wouldn't change anything.

Right now I'm waiting. For something to happen. For a reason to get dressed and go out. Even though I have plenty to do here at home as well. Luckily H called, going out to have a late lunch with her.