Perpetually

dreaming of summer. It's like my Ixtlan. It occurred to me today that I spend so much of my time waiting, biding my time waiting for this or that next big thing to happen, waiting to really live. I feel like everything is so uncertain, and I don't want to make any big decisions until I have all the facts, but fact gathering is interminable. So what's enough? I spend all of this time waiting to feel like I know enough to make the right decision, but it's never enough, so I'm always waiting. I'm feeling really unsettled about this today; tomorrow, I'll be fine.