Knock-knock, Motherfucker.*

PRESS PLAY:

Waiting makes us fucking crazy.  

It speaks directly to our inner, foot stomping, block throwing, hair pulling, 4 year old who’s sure that having to wait means a lot more than a simple pause like the grownups want us to believe.  We can hear the tension in their voice. “Just a minute.  Wait.  I’m busy.”  The words do not tell the whole truth.  We know. We know that the essence of the waiting is the hollow feeling it instills in our chest.  The ways in which being told to wait wraps around us like a straightjacket buckled up to our throats. And all we want is to open our arms, wide, and be loved…this much.

with immediate love, jrb

*Title stollen from The Bloggess.  I give full credit to her genius-ess.


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