I have arrived at the waiting place.
People scurry to and fro catching their trains.
I sit and watch, for my train has not yet arrived.
People appear so busy…
Busy with games I haven’t been given the pieces to yet
Why have some people been placed on the pitcher’s mound with instructions to “play a great game”
While others sit on the bench watching and waiting for their turn at bat?
Are those players more qualified? Better in some way?
How does sitting on the bench ready me for the game?
Which train has a seat with my name on it? Which roster has me listed as its starred player?
How long will I have to wait and watch everyone embark on their journeys?
When will it be my turn to take my golden ticket and traverse the threshold into the next stage?
Quietly sitting in the waiting place…
In the battle of shidduchim, I am a warrior. Every day is a fight for sanity, for clarity, and peace of mind. This is an uncensored account of my shidduch trials and tribulations –– the often emotional, sometimes poetic, confessions of a shidduch dater –– my colorful musings and reflections from behind the lines.
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