I like to think of myself as being very flexible. I try to practice “going with the flow” whenever possible (without being wishy-washy, of course). But all summer I have been struggling with making a decision, and it has been driving me nuts. I have raged, grieved, raged again, had moments of calm (however brief), and grieved again. Last night all of the elements I needed to knowledgeably make my decision coalesced, and I went to sleep.
I woke up with the answer dancing around the edges of my brain, but ignored it and headed off to my previously-planned activities for the day. As the morning progressed, I felt my spirit lighten and my stress go away completely. Clarity had arrived, and I could make the change I had been fighting over for so long.
Peace to you this night.