tales from an ordinary world

2000-01-27

I feel caged. Tense. All this waiting, for things that even now seem uncertain still. The general circumstances could definitely be better, but on the other hand I feel painfully aware of how fortunate I should consider myself. It seems like I'm on the verge leaping into an abyss. There's so much left to do, and there are so many things I'm waiting on to happen. The wheels are moving too slowly.

At the same time though, I can't help feeling like I'm ignoring someone or something. Like there's something else I ought to be doing instead of worrying about my personal situation. Perhaps it's the Catholic Guilt talking, I'm not sure.

I wish I could sleep, and wake up there.