Some of you reading this blog may only "know" me through the blog and perhaps only since the blog started. Others of you may have met me long before our adoption journey began and have followed all the steps that have carried us to this spot.
One thing you may have gathered is that I'm not the most flexible of individuals and I am, in fact, quite stubborn. I don't deal well with change. I'm not a fan of the unknown. The word "If" is far less preferred in my vocab than the words "When" or "Is." I'm just not a fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants kind of chickie.
The surefire way to have me dig in my heels, however, is for you to tell me something is out of my hands. To agree with me that I cannot do something. To stroke my bruised ego and tell me that lesser people would have fled long ago and that anytime I want to wave my surrender flag, you'll be there to take all my efforts, hard work, and due diligence and hand them off to someone else. Tell me that there are no answers. No way to figure this out.