What are you waiting for you ask?
I’m waiting to get inside my work building. I have a key card to the front door, but before you get to the front door, there’s a gate. The gate is locked, and I don’t have a key to unlock it. Once it’s unlocked, I have access to start my day.
I wait for what this day brings me. What can I contribute and what can take from it?
What can I share and what can I learn?
Will I be prepared to face it or have the impulse to run?
I have no control over what happens unless it’s at my hands. If it’s out of my reach and without my consent, then all I can do is pray and wait for the footprints in the sand.
The World of Dlo 