I have had a sense of waiting, or of being ‘put on hold’, or of change a’coming several times in my life.
The first time I was aware of it, it lasted for years. I had a sense of being like a toddler kicking, crying and thrashing but with my Daddy’s hand so firmly on my head that I could not hurt myself or do any damage or move in any direction – comforting and frustrating all at once.
I have learned first hand that the hallways have their own purposes and that sometimes we find ourselves striding into the next room and sometimes we wake up and find we’re already there.