Decision making makes me feel like Atlas. A world of pressure pressing down. A globe, weighted with fear, that I will make the wrong decision. Wrong grad school, wrong life path, wrong wrong wrong. It paralyzed me. Frozen decisions. Life slinked by at subsonic speeds and now it's too late.
Rutted. Stuck listening to pandora at near midnight with a year of drudgery before me.
But grace is bigger than problems. And love covers a multitude of sins, including worry. I will pick up and move on. I will do what I know, right now, is God's will. He wants me to love like His Son. I don't do that. Ask my roommates. So maybe I'll do something for them instead of sitting steaming in my own indecision.
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