There are too many times that I am restless.
Waiting for the coffee to brew, fingers tapping the countertop with impatience.
I worry that I will get trapped in these moments - repeat them a thousand times over.
Waiting for the coffee, waiting for the light to turn red, waiting for a phone call, waiting for my pink fingernail polish to dry, waiting in line at the supermarket, waiting.
When what I really want is to be doing.
Note to self: Do not wait too long to do.
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