freedom

I can't wait to wear loud red stockings when I'm working. In fact, I can't wait to work for myself. Well, I don't know if I'll consider it work. I can't wait to live my own life, free from the confines of an office that isn't mine. This past weekend at home I got a glimpse into who I really was created to be. I see the next mountaintop. Now I just have to patiently work my way down into the valley and up that next hill. But I actually don't see myself "working." I don't want to work a day more than I have to. I want to follow my interests and my calling. There's a huge chance that what my heart longs for may never make any money for me at all. And that's why I'll have a husband. See how He works everything out?