there is a reason I don't love to make decisions. I have peace about it one minute and then something happens that makes me totally rethink that decision. it's inevitable & it makes me uneasy. these are times when I have to remind myself of why I had peace about this decision in the first place, but sometimes that doesn't cut it.
there are too many variables to consider in big decisions, and sometimes you just don't wait to think through them all. if I hadn't already committed, right now I'd be even more of a mess than I was a few weeks ago living in the unknown. one of my partners in my current job will most likely be moving out of state for a different job. that throws a huge wrench into my decision making process because I was counting on him to be the consistency that our students need. even still, I have to trust that God loves these students even more than I do and will take care of them throughout all of the crazy change. another wrench: I received an email yesterday from one of my other law school choices with quite a large scholarship offer. **woof** what am I supposed to do with that?! good thing I didn't really love the school when I went to visit I guess? wrench number three: the school that offered the scholarship is most likely where an old beau of mine will end up for the next five-ish years. why is that a factor? well, let's just blame this one on the fact that men's minds are like waffles & women's minds are like spaghetti.
men can compartmentalize everything, just like those little squares in waffles. women think more like spaghetti... all of the things muddle together and get tangled up. it can make us crazy at times, but it also can be of great benefit because some factors really should be considered alongside each other. the key is to figure out which noodles should be mixed together and which shouldn't. wrench number three is a noodle that just needs to get thrown out... maybe that's the tester one you throw on the ceiling to make sure it's done or maybe the one that inevitably gets stuck in the pan when plating your spaghetti. either way, it's not going on the plate, or bowl, or whatever you choose to eat spaghetti off of tonight. so here's to being a crazy mess & leaving some noodles behind.
**ps I am still excited about Virginia**
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