You are pondering about asking so many questions, about taking so many notes and about your desire to tell. You feel like you're waiting for a certain encouragement, that will wake you up completely making you fully aware of what's most important to tell. You're eagerly awaiting the inevitable idea, the one that removes all doubt about why you want to tell, how and to whom.

I ask you to consider this:

What's the difference between:
On the one hand this idea that you think, that you have to wait for something; on the other hand, that you're happy with telling, comfortable with the way you are telling, and curious about how others see the story - maybe as meaningful, maybe as useful?