Finding a friend

I'ts always a great thing to find a friend. Finding someone that you don't have to explain yourself to because they already know you.

Why am I surprised to find a friend in my mother? Is it just trying to live on my own that has made me hesitant to ask for her advice and to go to her for comfort? She gives her "motherly advice" on a regular basis... but I found today that she may be the one person that understands some of my moods, because she deals with the same ones. And somehow instead of that scaring me that I'm "like my mother", it comforts me that I have someone to talk to who understands exactly where I'm coming from.

Waiting room

We're all waiting. As kids, we wait until we're grownups; in high school we're waiting for college; in college, we're waiting for graduation--and then we start waiting again. Waiting for that perfect job offer, waiting for that guy to call, waiting for the next step to be clear so our lives can begin, because that next step will be the one that makes everything fall into place. But what about the meantime? What about this waiting area that we can't find our ways out of?

What if the next step is to enjoy where we are? No matter where it is. Maybe if we take each day as it comes, then it won't seem like we're waiting at all. Like when we take a good book to the doctor's office and we don't notice that it takes an hour for them to call our name. Cliches are running through my brain about watching pots boil, but it's true. Talk to a friend while cooking if you don't believe me.. instead of checking the water five times to see if it's rolling yet, or flipping batter all over the griddle instead of a pancake.. you'll be dealing with water all over your stove and bisquick hockey pucks because time will pass faster.

So until the next big thing, I'm going to enjoy all the little things in this waiting room, and see how fast the time goes...