one thing after another.

my own trail of tears. maybe not that dramatic.

I'm eating edamame.
tired, so tired.

My adult life has consisted of waiting for the right moments
to make big jumps, to feel big pushes. and often they are in the dark
or maybe just with one glimmer of something ahead.
but always with faith.
Hoping that one day all this leaping will make sense.

This time the leap is a solo one.
A hard one to heft alone.

But I'm made of sturdy stuff.

it's time to pack the family wagon one more time, this time we head north.