I used to wait for the big signal. A sign. A clear yes or no. Life doesn’t really work that way, at least not anymore.
Now I make peace with not knowing. I do the laundry. I water the plants. I keep the fridge stocked. I laugh when something’s funny. That’s enough. I’m still allowed to live, even without a clear headline.
Some people call this limbo. I call it quiet endurance. A kind of grace no one applauds, but maybe we all need more of.