I worry that I might be making a hasty decision. I worry that I might be locking myself into a path I cannot find a way out of for a while. I waited too long for something built on shifting sands. I should have known better.
It’s easy to make plans and talk of futures to come. But when it does come, you’ll find it harder to follow through. Words raised in promise are harder to keep.
I’m afraid. So very afraid of how tangible the uncertainty is, afraid of how real the weight of a decision feels as it roils in my hands. It courses with such power, yet it swirls around so furiously unknowable.
Do I take that plunge, or do I wait again?