[flickr id=”6271416484″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”]When I was young I used to love the Limbo. I was really good at it and always won.
As an adult, as a parent of special needs kids, as a human being – limbo has taken on a new meaning.
It’s the in-between.
The period of nothing.
No answers.
More questions.
Infinite waiting.
In my personal life. In my pursuit of a writing career.
Limbo now consumes my life.
Tests for the kids, my husband, myself. Infinite questions on our health, our futures.
Submissions of my work to strangers for judging. The ones that might hold the key to my writing future.
I hate limbo.
If I didn’t love writing so much I’d throw in the towel and end it just to give up another source of the interminable status of ‘waiting’.
I’m not about to do that. Writing is a part of me. It gives me release and happiness.
So I suppose somehow I have to turn this new definition of Limbo into something I can live with.
I just can’t see how to make it a party game.
Maybe a drinking game…
Have I ever shared my post about rejection and doing shots? No? I need to remedy that. 🙂
Don’t worry my Sarah friend. You’re gonna bust on through and take the world by storm and make it your bitch.
Also, I used to want my name to be Sarah when I was a kid.
Why on earth would you want the name Sarah? Having lived w/ a name just as common as mine, I would think you’d want something more different or exotic…I hated having so many other Sarah’s around and having to separate myself from them…
Anyway…rejection and doing shots? Oh, see that’s also at the end of the wait. No, I need something to do WHILE waiting. How about a shot everytime your email dings and it’s NOT what you’re waiting on? I would be SO drunk all day long…