It’s so hard for me when I can see the starting line, the fresh start, and I have to wait for it.
I’ve been going through my seeds over and over just planning and plotting (pun intended) for this season. I feel like my toes are on the edge of the water and I’m about to dive in.
But not yet. I hate this feeling.
It’s such a feeling full of promise and dread. There are so many things that can go so so right and so wrong. It’s all just part of it I suppose.