I sometimes get this feeling that I’m just biding time while I wait for my real life to begin. The one that’s just like this one only a little bit better. The one where I make just enough money that I don’t have to worry about paying the bills or feel guilty for a little indulgence. The one where I’m a little more on top of things. The one where I’m slightly more appreciated. The one where relationships work. The one where I’m a better friend. The one where I relax a little more and worry a little less.
Granted. this is self pitying and self indulgent, especially when I know how lucky I am. Still it lurks, this feeling that any minute now, my real life will begin.
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