Readiness In Resolve
“You sure about this?” Jenna questioned as she gave me the thermos. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of sisterly support and worry. I gave a strong nod. “Yeah,” I answered. This was more than just drywall and bricks; it was about taking back my roots and my family’s heritage, as well as every inch of the area I grew up in. The ‘walls’ were mine to protect, not theirs. This was more than a simple move. What was properly mine was being reclaimed.
Readiness In Resolve
Turning The Key
The road ahead was clear, and with all the information verified, I was prepared to move forward and discover new experiences. All uncertainty vanished, leaving resolve blazing bright. As Jenna sat next to me drinking coffee, I took a deep breath to ground myself in this crucial time. Now that the past was behind us, it was time to take control. I knew I was prepared to turn the key to my destiny because I had a strong sense of resolve.
Turning The Key
