The Wait

I know I’ve mentioned it to a few close people, about the sense of waiting I’ve had for a long time, a couple years now, like I’m waiting for something to happen. Something substantial. It’s not a conscious thought; it’s a feeling, deep in my bones. It’s a feeling every time there’s a life decision to be made; whether it’s about moving, or a relationship, or whatever. 

“Wait, it’s coming.”

I can’t really explain it more than that. 

“Wait.”

“Not yet.”

I had a previous partner accuse me of not making decisions because I preferred having options, but that wasn’t it. How can I explain to someone, who doesn’t believe in intuition, that I have this overriding sense? I don’t live my life by it, of course, but that feeling is always there. 

So I’ll wait, not passively, but by enjoying one moment at a time.