Then deciding and committing.
To taking deep breaths and let that knot in your stomach drift out of you. Because what does it mean, really? What is that knot but an additional burden? It's not what you think it is.
Nor is it evil.
There is no bitterness.
Maybe a touch of shame.
There is no blame.
And a desire to come out the other side better.
A desire for clarity and peace.
The game. The chase. The tension.
Is that what it's all about? Is that what we want? Is that how we've been conditioned?
"Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him: fret not..."
To all of you who have offered your invaluable thoughts and advice, thank you.
You're support is deeply appreciated.
I'm just going through a transition.
All will be well as soon as I learn to grow up just a little bit.