Life As Rehearsal

And the trap of ‘things will be good when…’

Yesterday I found myself leaning against the kitchen sink, sipping coffee, looking around the apartment, and thinking to myself:

Things will be good when… we’ve hung up all the art that’s currently wedged between my dresser and the wall. When the frames we’ve bought are actually holding that art and hanging on the walls of our home. When the walls of our home don’t have so many blank, white spaces.

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