It's one of my least favorite human conditions, and I feel like it's using 90% of my emotional bandwidth lately. And not because things are so terrible, but mostly because I don't have control over any of those things. I've been waiting for one thing or another for weeks now. Waiting for other people to make decisions that determine my course.
I'm trying to be patient.
I started a draft in my gmail with the subject line "Rant Here" - and have been using that as a place to dump all of that frustration. (Trying to save the people around me from having to deal with all my anxiety.) Thing is: that email, that I started this month is about 12 pages long right now.
I enjoy change.
But I hate transition. I just want to be where I'm going.