Everything in my life feels like it’s on hold until . . . whatever.   Waiting for something to be finished. Waiting for someone to respond. Waiting to hear. Waiting until there is permanence. Waiting for life to move on.  I know it’s only temporary like the beautiful tulips on my coffee table.

On Saturday, they were fresh and colorful with only a few open blooms. On Sunday, they were opening and the black and yellow centers were showing through. Today they are fully open with petals bent back, not even looking like the same flower.

Everything changes. Change keeps things interesting. It also creates opportunities. It disrupts. It ends. And then you start over. And a new normal begins.