I have a big decision to make. I feel like I'm definitely at the crossroads and if I go right, I'm going one direction and left is the total opposite and I found that early last week I lost a lot of sleep thinking about it and consequently all other decisions I needed to make this week seemed monumental.
I was feeling like I was on the edge of a very steep cliff on Monday, not from stress but from allergy sickness. Last year I went over that edge and straight into the hospital for four days and I was feeling like I was watching some bits of sand, pebbles and dirt crumbling down over the precipice as I toed the edge of that cliff, fear rising up and sticking in my throat. Picture me where these flowers are, yet leaning fowards against the laws of gravity, buffeted by the wind, barely hanging on by my toes and my only saving grace the thin frayed rope tied around my waist and held taught by my allergist, using all his strength to pull me back, straining against my weight and the pull of gravity.