You know how sometimes you're lodged between two loomingly brilliant decisions and the longer you toy with them the more you resent them in all of their opportunistic magnificence and you actually wish for one second that you were another moping little mussel hiding away in your small town shell?
And then you put on your big girl panties and make a decision.
And you can actually breathe.
And you run around in circles flapping your hands at your sides and screaming consonants because you realize that if you feel that comparatively free then it must have been the right decision.
And you feel like you can do anything because you aren't held down by your own silly worry Muppet that sits on your shoulder and bops his stupid disappointment head in your constant periphery.
YOU KNOW THAT FEELING?
SO DO I.
And I firmly believe it is inextricably tied to many, many, Margaritas.
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