I hate waiting.
When I’m waiting for something–especially when I’ve been waiting for a long time–it feels like I’ve been pushed aside or neglected. It feels like people have forgotten about me. But then when something I’ve waited for a long time has come to fruition, I feel guilty about doubting. Such is my life.
Writing is a waiting game, and I hate that. I’ve sent off a submission today. They gave me a deadline on when they’ll get back to me. I like those sorts of deadlines. They give me structure so I don’t feel like I’ve been left in limbo.
I need to learn how to wait properly–to be patient.
Sorry for my little wait rant. Sometimes we just have to share our struggles. Seasons of waiting are hard, but they will pass. They will pass.
So I’ll wait even though I hate it.