No Dawn, No Day

Waiting. Waiting. Waaaaaaiting. That truly is more difficult than making a decision. Even a bad decision feels more comfortable than waiting. At least there's certainty in a bad decision. It ends badly. But at least it ends. Like a house fire. Or a natural disaster. Knowing there's a hurricane inching closer and closer is very nearly unbearable. But once it hits and breaks down your walls and your ceilings, at least you then have a task at hand that you know you can accomplish. You can pick up debris. You can strip insulation and tear down rotten beams and pull up soaked carpet. You can use your hands and your legs and your muscles and your mind. And then you can sit back and look at what you've done. Of course, maybe waiting doesn't always end in a hurricane. Sometimes, I think I've seen it end in a rainbow.

Song of the day: "Cosmic Love" by Florence + the Machine