Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

I suppose I can say that I am in a holding pattern.I am waiting and facing a temporary moment in time. But then again, I understand that all of this and all of what we see, and all of what we think and what we feel is temporary.Well, maybe not everything . . . I am done thoughI am doe with hate.I am done with the thoughts that degrade me. I am doe with the past and done with the fights and the arguments that bring me back to moments of emotional despair.I am done with the heat-seeking missiles of emotional warfare and done with my thoughts of revenge.None of this does any good for me. So . . . There is a way. Or so I am told.I was told where there’s a will, then there is always a way.Okay then. Fine.And so, I open myself up to the Universe and thus; I will do all I can to believe and have faith in the process.Wheere there is a will, there’s a way.But still, I wonder.I wonder what the way is and if there is a way, then I wonder if the way is the way we thought or if the way we find is…