waiting for the other shoe to drop…

Well, friends…

Friday is the day. D-Day. Yes, it was supposed to be LAST Friday. Because of circumstances beyond my control… it didn’t happen. And short of hog-tying someone down or hiring a sumo wrestler, I’ve had few choices. I wait. I pray. I don’t sleep well. And I cry… sometimes.

SO I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. The result will mean I will either be grateful… or be very sad.

I’m feeling kinda pessimistic again. I don’t want to get my hopes up and ride the roller coaster of tears again…

I’ve decided that if I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, I am going to choose to drop Birkies. Might as well be comfortable… and might as well make Peace Bang crazy. Though I will say I have been ahead of the game and my tastefully decorated toes are quite lovely peeping out at the top.

Tomorrow to occupy my mind I am going to clean the patio and plant flowers… and just enjoy a bit of God space. If you are inclined to come pull some weeds, you’ll know where to find me.

Deb

C'mon. Say something! But play nice. All comments are moderated.

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s