Can'y Wait

I’m spent my life waiting, preparing, perfecting. When I lose ten more pounds, when that dress fits again, when the kids grow up and leave, when the dog dies… It never happens. Oh, some of it does. Sometimes even the weight and size, but the perfect tomorrow scheduled at the crossroad never comes. Because it’s a lie. It never existed, never will except in my mind. What comes is now, today, this weight, this size, this me. This I have to work with. Waiting for different only makes me miss what I wanted to live.