Waiting on a feeling

You know that feeling that you get when you know that you have found something or someone that just feels right.

It is like that time you found that sweater that goes with most of the things in your closet and keeps you warm without making you look like a snow person.

Or that time you got a hug from your mom and life feels better even though it is highly likely that the rest of your world is falling down around you.

Kind of like the feel of your bed in the morning and you just know that the minute you move you will lose that spot you worked all night to find.

A really good soup you eat after coming in from a winter storm and putting on your jammies.

Your favorite pen in the bottom of your purse when you have to write a note and you thought you took your last pen out at home to finish making notes on your calendar.

The feel of returning to your childhood places and remembering how simple life is.

The point is that after a long year (or ten) of the wrong guys I am recommitted to waiting for that feeling. Call me picky! Call me crazy! Call me an old maid! Either way I am waiting on a feeling.