
I am thinking it may be time to give up blogging but something keeps me here. My posts are getting fewer and further between and when I do post it is lacking. Day after day I watch the cursor blinking at me.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
It feels like I am waiting for my life to go somewhere. I am terribly unhappy at my job. It is so bad that I can't eat when I am at work because my stomach is upset from stress the moment I walk in the door. I want to go back to school.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
I am going through another stage of being weary of being single. If one more person tells me that it will happen when I stop looking I just may smack them. That is a total bunch of crap because I wasn't looking for over a year. I didn't want to be in a relationship a the time so how the hell can it happen when I am not looking?
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
I can't seem to save even a few dollars from each pay cheque. It is hard to be unjealous of the people I know that have such big homes. My son, daughter and I grew out of this tiny 2-bedroom a long time ago. My kids needs a room to themselves now. There is no hope that I will ever be able to have that.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
And I feel so wretchedly ungrateful to have any of these feelings. The world is a big place and my problems are insignificant.
But.
Waiting.
Waiting
Waiting.
The cursor keeps blinking...