A Waiting Room For Living

This is Peanut Butter Brickle. Do you feel like you have to wait a lot? I sure do. I wait for breakfast. I wait for dinner.

I wait for Fruity to stop telling jokes that no one gets but him.

In this Savannah, Georgia place, I’m waiting for the sun to come out. I don’t think I’ve seen the sunshiney in a long time. Wait. Wait. Wait.

As I was waiting for the rain to stop yesterday and for the Sunshiney to come out, I kept on waiting.

But even though the rain stopped, the Sunshiney never came out. And I sure did waste time wishing for it to enjoy the day as it was.

Sometimes, I feel like persons are always waiting for something to happen before they live. They wait for something. And then something else. Someone else. Somewhere else.

They never get out of the waiting room for living. They waste so much time waiting.

At the end of the year like we are in now, persons hope for new beginnings. And something else to happen or change to make them happy.

It’s wonderful to make improvements. But don’t forget to see what’s right in front of you.

When life calls your name in that waiting room, answer. Live. Don’t hesitate.

Peanut Butter Brickle

One thought on “A Waiting Room For Living

  1. Robin Farnell

    Wishing for better things for 2023 for you Brickle and Fruitycake GP BP 🙏 ❤️ for the continued prayers for relocation of Digby. (My forever fur babies were cremated and will be placed with their human when it is my turn). So with the move from FL to GA, they were packed up with bubble wrap and there doggie blankets in a special decorative tote box they were not put in the uhaul but in the back seat of the car…. Crystal the beagle kept her eye on that box 📦 so it made it safe and sound. 🙂🐕‍🦺🐾❤

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