There was a waiting room that I entered a few months ago, and then I thought it was no longer mine.
Then I saw it again, and so I knocked. The door was opened. I walked in. And sat. And waited.
I did not know what I was waiting for.
Then somebody came, with a set of questions I must answer, before I could proceed to the next waiting room.
I have not given her my answers yet. It may be that I do not know the answers. I wanted to be given the key to the next room. Or at least the password. But this is what I got, and I should do my best to respond.
Paolo Coelho wrote that if you want something bad enough, the universe will conspire to give it to you.
I do not talk to the unknown universe, I talk to a personal God everyday. I asked Him for something specific. So whatever was given to me, I knew came from Him.
So I shall go forth with great courage.