Day 57. Oh burger, oh boy.
I’m writing this blog post from the bathroom. Just in case…. I am a blogger in waiting. Waiting for tonight’s dinner of tex-mex burger to pass without full-on flu-like symptoms. (I hope.)
Waiting sucks. It’s always the hardest part. Whether it is a test result or a tryout. Waiting… waiting….waiting is a drain. But tonight the bathroom does seem like the most reflective place to write a post while waiting.
Because there is so much waiting that happens in a bathroom.
I have waited for things to pass and things to come in a bathroom. I have waited for eyes to dry and tears to stop falling in a bathroom. I have waited for my sister to let me in and I have waited for the perfect moment to let myself out of a bathroom. I have waited for my hair to dry, the stink to subside, the sink to drain.
I have waited for someone to bring me a new roll of toilet paper while sitting, waiting, dripping …and pleading at the top of my lungs.
As a child, I once waited for my mother to pick up the phone at her office, as I bounced up and down in the bathroom waiting for her advice about how to unlock the belt that clasp around my waist that with every pull became tighter.
I have also waited for the hot, soapy water to absorb into every cell of my body washing away the rest of the world so I could emerge anew and renewed.
So many things I have waited for in a bathroom…but this may be the first blog post I have waited to post from a bathroom.
I guess there is a first time for everything.
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