In the meantime...

All things have a beginning and an end. The beginning is where the building up starts. The foundation is laid for the future -- for what's to come -- for the juicy part. This juicy part -- this time, between beginning and end -- is the meantime. It's the place where all the "stuff" happens: the good, the bad, the funny, the mundane, the tragic and the amazing. It's the place where time seems somewhat inconsequential. Where one knows they have passed the beginning and have not yet reached the end. Where the living actually happens. It's interesting that we give so little thought to the meantime. It seems as if we are waiting for..... for what? For when things are perfect? For when WE are perfect? If that is what we are "waiting" for in the meantime -- it is certainly not time well spent. Time well spent is time shared with others. Time spent with oneself. Time not just doing, but time being. This is my meantime. A time where I am who I am, but can be who I want to be and not what others expect me to be. This is MY meantime, MY middle, MY inbetween. Here goes....