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A day spent waiting can be unbelievably long.

Minutes turn into hours and hours into days.  Nothing gets done because I am already in the future and it's hard to work here from there!

Then, in the final hour, I scurry to do all those things that will allow me to transition into tomorrow, into the place I have dreamed about today.

It is a dangerous time, a time when expectations lie in wait ready to pounce on me and devour my hopes with cannibalistic fervor.  What should have been simple and sweet may be loaded down like an overworked donkey carrying ice from the Andes, hurrying along as cold water drips down his legs making a slippery slope of every step.

Tomorrow is lost to me if I don't let go of all this baggage.  Like one of those old fashioned roll up shades, I give a quick tug and it flies up, disappearing into itself.  Still there, but no longer blocking my view of what is right before me.

Now I step into this day with the freedom and joy of a child.  Open to whatever comes and ready to love it.