Tonight, pick one small thing in the room you are in and take care of it. Straighten it, clean it, put it back where it belongs. One thing, not the whole room.
An old teacher told his students: be the owner of wherever you are standing, and that place becomes real. He did not mean own it. He meant care about it — even if you are only passing through, even if it is temporary, even if it is not the place you wanted to be.
A holiday job is not a waiting room. A first year is not a waiting room. There is no waiting room.
Where are you right now, and what would change if you decided it counted?
The life you are waiting to start has already started.