Like those scenes in movies that usually start right after the main character has hit some sort of rock-bottom, and the inspirational music kicks in...
And they start slowly pulling their fragmented life together.
Cleaning the booze out of their refrigerator.
Watering their nearly dead houseplants.
Learning to read.
Jogging through snow with logs on their back.
And at first they suck, but as the music crescendos, they turn a corner and suddenly they're doing 17,000 one-armed push ups and getting hired for their dream job.
I'm pretty sure that's what I'm supposed to be doing right now. Because although there is nothing concretely awesome on the horizon, I feel pretty confident there will be so imma sit tight and do oblique crunches until it arrives.