But I find that if I keep on moving, what I'm working on very quickly becomes my companion.
I've decided to stay home with my 3-year-old, and see if I can make a go of it selling journals. (oh, and the other tinsy task of growing much of our family's food -- more on that later)
The mourning process from leaving a job that you have loved is a strange process. I do miss it, and everyone that I have worked with - but know that I have made the right decision for me. I think it's time to stop questioning my decisions and move forward - linen thread in hand!
