Delayed Flight

I don’t feel tired - I am exhausted. I’ve been sitting here for a bit now. It’s not been very long since I’ve landed in this predicament - maybe just under a week? But it feels like I’ve been here for months.

You know how you experience something new and exciting, something to look forward to and then you find out, you fell through a rabbit-hole, of your own making or someone else's - doesn't matter. And now, here you are, trying to figure your way out.

The one door that might have been your salvation is permanently closed now. You can’t find any doors to open or any that have presented themselves which will remove you from this predicament. You'll just have to wait it out.

I am hopeful I’ll get moving, eventually. Until then, this being in a limbo is eating at me. Why is it though? Why is being in a limbo a problem?

What are you afraid of? What’s got you so anxious? What happened?

Nothing really happened, nothing of consequence yet, at least. Is that the problem? Patience?

And does it have to do with the fear that you don’t know what the future holds? Or that, you know what the future holds and you think you won’t be able to deliver what was promised? You know how that’s panned out in the past. So why are you bothered? What else then?

Alone here, in this lounge, looking out these large floor-to-ceiling windows at the full moon shining down on me - for a moment, I'm distracted. This singular light shining on me, brings a certain peace.

I think I'll enjoy this moment.