One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
There is a film called Waiting to Exhale. I have never seen it, but I now have an idea of what a title like this can mean.
It seems that I have been holding my breath for about 3 weeks now. When my lovely daughter got on the plane to go to China, I began holding my breath. I am waiting to exhale.
I have had insomnia and interrupted sleep. I will be happy when she is home in her bed around midnight tonight. As long as the planes are on time. I cannot wait to see her smiling face. Okay, it will be a very tired and jet lagged face at first, but I can hardly wait. I know I will not sleep until she comes through that front door.
I thought I would be picking her up at the airport, but it seems her friend's father is going to do that. Maybe I will drive out there and pick her up anyway! I love the airport and anxiously awaiting the arrival of a loved one.
I am quite sure I am very neurotic, and I was happy for her to have this adventure, but I will be even happier for her to be home and begin her search for her new job and her next adventure.
I am sure that other factors have been at work making the crazy person I have been for a couple of weeks; a daughter moving back to the dorm, menopause, and pause of men. Having a male friend get the delusional idea that I wanted to marry him and then just disappearing has left me feeling rather odd. I am glad to see him go, no longer count him as a friend, and would not wish him back again, yet it made me feel disquieted for him to act as he did.
So like the photo, I am trying to let my worries go. I doubt it is possible! I am ultimately a worrier.