Frown

I furrow my brown at something.... Anticipating nothingsomething. Somethingnothing?
How long does nothing take, anyway? What in the heck am I waiting for?
And while I'm talking about it, what the hell am I waiting for!?
This frustrating feeling has my hands balled into fists or curled into claws scratching at nothing.
Circles and circles and circles. Can't I find a straight line every once in a while? Find somewhere new?
At the same time.... I wouldn't be going in circles if I didn't want to in some way. Maybe it would be nice to go in a straight line - or even a wobbly line. To learn something new.... But maybe I'm going in the circles because eventually I'll figure something out that I missed every other time.
What to they say about patience again? Something about virtue or good things or somesuch.

So no. No set-determination-moving-forward-deal here. I resolve, as I always have with these two matters to simply continue on my way (the same way, that is).
I'll let you know what I learn.