What am I waiting for? Sometimes I am watching for a falling star, or a billboard message, or for the words on a fortune cookie message to speak directly to ME. For something to reveal that I am special. I am unique. I am one of a kind. But today I know that the thing is, the thing is that they always will--as long as I am not carrying the slippery burden of clouds and mist and haze. And the truth is that some days I will. Maybe the trick is knowing that there is always clarity on the other side of the haze.
