And who is waiting for you?

I’ve been carrying this question around for a while.

In various posts and poems, I’ve ended with the sense that somehow the world is waiting for us to step up and step out.

To begin.

To create new paths.

To continue to pursue this different way of being.

But who exactly is that? And does asking it from the other end help unlock us and give us the courage to step across the threshold?

Who is waiting for me?

Who is waiting for you?

And what are they waiting for?

Answers on a postcard.