I know this season is called summer, but I think mine is also called waiting.
What for, exactly? I don’t know. An elusive Something. But I’ve been waiting, and don’t have much of a choice but to continue to do so.
Waiting and patience are not my strong suits. I’m much more of a microwave type of person…2 minutes, there’s dinner!
Unfortunately, sometimes I am forced to wait.
Like for a crock pot.
In the end, it’s worth it, but boy is that hard to see sometimes.
No wasted words this time.
Til next time…