Oh, to be a fly on the wall inside my brain.
The things that fly would see.
This weekend, I found an old favorite on iTunes. "What are you waiting for?"
I now realize that I lose all control [ok, not "all"] over my body when I hear this song. Like clock work, it starts playin' and my booty starts shakin'.
AS I probably note frequently . . .
But lately, every time I hear this song, I think what am I WAITING FOR?
I'm one of those girls who said a lot of things like this growing up . . .
. . . . I can't wait until I turn 16. I can't wait to get a car. I can't wait graduate from high-school. Can't wait until I go to college. Can't wait until I find Mr. Right. I can't wait to have kids.
and I still do it today . . . [more than I'd truly care to admit] . . .
Can't wait until the house is paid off. Can't wait until our 15th anniversary. Can't wait until I get pregnant [again]. Can't wait until I run my 3:20 marathon. Can't wait until I get a weekend get-a-way with my sisters. . . . . etc.
So while I was dancing around shaking my backside I thought, if I keep sitting on my bum waiting for these thing to happen - - - it's going to get pretty sore.
"Life is what happen when you are busy making other plans" - Thank you Mr. Lennon, I have come to understand just how true that is. Yes, I believe God will step in and help us out with the direction we're headed but our agency & daily decisions sure have a hand in where we end up, too.
So what are you waiting for? Is there something you really want? Will things be better when you get it?
Well, then . . . . what are you waiting for?