Last year I struggled trying to decide if moving to Washington was the right thing for me. It is true that FEAR is what kept me from deciding, fear of a new place, fear of changing jobs, fear of leaving all that was familiar to me. Calling me there is my son and his family, my sweet Granddaughter who tells me everytime I talk to her that she misses me.
Last week she wrote it down on her dry erase board, a message to me, and it is pretty hard to ignore.
And now, with the turn of events in my life, wouldn't you know it, I've made the decision but it is postponed until I get through my ordeal. But I'm working on it Baby, I'm working on it.