I need a space. Free of incessant comment and bereft of any sense of relevance. A completely commentless, irrelevant space. Just to think for a while — long thoughts and short thoughts and thoughts that can’t live anywhere else but in my head and, now, here in this space.
Something is about to happen. That’s an understatement of course. Just a few weeks away from an impending, life changing, this-makes-everything-else-seem-meaningless birth of a baby. But in the weeks and days and hours and minutes past midnight on a Tuesday night that lie between there and here, I’m not sure what do with myself. But wait. And wait.
Waiting is not really my thing. But I’m learning. And it needs to be. And it will be until the wait is over and the wait begins again.
Anyway, my head hurts for need of this space — to free it of the weight of waiting.