Suspended in Doing

I'm trying to fill my life up with doing in order to keep busy and avoid listlessness.  It's proving to be only so successful.

Doing chores.  Doing errands.  Doing work.  Doing play.

I've been taught that acting is a matter of doing, rather than being.  We act on a desire, a want.  In thinking on my recent actions, very few feel motivated by true wanting.  Rather, they seem to stem from having to wait for the right time to be able to act upon the things I desire.

Is there a term for such a time?  "Existing" feels like it carries a tinge of negativity.  Balancing, perhaps.  Suspended.

Suspended in doing for the sake of doing, until the waiting game is over and the wanting can be allowed.



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And with these strange, meandering thoughts, to bed I go.