In-Between Days
What about the in-between days? The inbox-empty-hands-clenched days? The crying-my-heart-out-in-the-shower days? Rush of emotion flows through my soul, my stomach, my stuttering fingers. Have you ever woken up to the waiting, the pressing waiting? Perhaps for news that the class schedule you want so badly is finally yours…or a phone call from the doctor…or a ring from your man…or some kind of something that says I love you from someone, anyone. I’m a list gal. An organization junkie. The kind of person who, if I don’t write it down, it most likely won’t get done. I like to have my…