One... More... Day...

Sometimes I question whether or not I can get it right. I'm always misaligned with almost everything in my life. Seems like I'm always the one late to the party only to realize that it isn't really a party at all.

Can't seem to get it right with friends, lovers, jobs, traffic... By the time I figure it out the ship has sailed. Lately I've had someone really awesome come into my life and I don't quite know what to do with it. Patience in the sense of time, is not one of my virtues. Mix that with the fact that I know what it feels like to always be 'unsure' about things and it's a recipe for Dave going gypsy again. I'm tired of going it alone. I'm tired of waking up every day wondering if it's really worth it to me.

I think of the pearls I bought on my first deployment. Still safe in my possession. When I bought them along with another set that went to a dear friend, I didn't have anyone specific in mind. It's my own little way of keeping hope that they will be worn by someone truly deserving of not only the pearls themselves, but of what I want to give. Thing is, I sometimes wish that I knew of something special waiting for me to come along. It's always 'now's not the right time', 'the timing is just a little off', 'let's just be friends', 'come back another day'...

I'm tired of waiting.

We are all tired of waiting even if we don't know it yet.

Apathy has set in and it's killing us. It's killing me.

I'm tired of being tired with nothing to show. I find myself always saying 'just one more day...' I've had too many one more days...

Here's to hoping for a good night's sleep and maybe a kick in the ass to do what I need to be doing...