I'm ready for the next step.
Ready to move.
Literally.
Someplace at a lower latitude where the sun won't set in the 3 o'clock hour during December.
Ready to start trying for a baby.
Ready to be home where I have more than the hours leftover after working, commuting, exercising, cooking and cleaning to follow things I'm passionate about...like writing, crafting and gardening. Its that aggravated feeling I could make a decent living doing what I love, but its just not the time to try it.
Patience.
I must have patience.
"You will keep him in perfect peace, who's mind is stayed on You, because he trusts You."
