I have made some mistakes in the past year but I feel like I have to keep moving. So far I have moved from one place to another, and then another, and soon maybe I will move again. Fear and anticipation -- it's hard to tell them apart. Sometimes I feel certain about the next move but mostly I just vacillate. I don't have to make a decision yet but unless the whole thing falls apart I will have to decide eventually. Is it important what I decide to do? Sometimes I think it is, and that's when I feel afraid. Other times I think I'm taking everything way too seriously, and that's when I start to feel capable of making a decision. I need to move, or move on, or move away, or move in. Something like that. How bad could it turn out to be? There's no telling, really. I only have a few decades left, if I'm lucky. So . . . I will make a decision when the time comes and I'll do my best to make the right one.
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