I look at the clock more than I should. Wondering, when will the day end? When will the weekend come? And then resisting the incessant ringing of the alarm. I used to think I lived in the present, but then I realized, no, I live in the future. Not the greater, further ahead future, mind you, the immediate future. We are, after all, creatures who thrive off of instant gratification.

It doesn’t surprise me that I feel as though I’m in a perpetual state of waiting. Instead of making me more patient, it has increased my impatience. Instead of giving me rest, it has made me restless.

I need a complete purging of myself. To start anew. Until I reach a place where I am no longer waiting.