We're constantly counting and waiting. Until your turn in line, until the workday ends, until the weekend arrives. Waiting for that next love, next job, next vacation. I feel like I've spent my life sleeping and waiting but I realized this morning, my time is up. My cosmic countdown has ended.

Every year, I miss something.  Historical sites disappear from the Earth. The last animal of its kind slips into extinction. The sun rises and sets faithfully each day but I usually miss it while I'm waiting for, or worrying about, something else.

So, I'm done waiting.

I have no idea what tomorrow holds for love, life, friends, family, my career, and that's ok. I've just decided to move on anyway. The countdown is over. Time's up.