Well, this past week, in particular, I have been struggling with the dichotomy of the fear of potentially burning bridges, and a realization I may never come back here, so...?
In particular, I was angsting over this project I had been contracted to do. But I was also angsting a little over the church, too. And yesterday, it all came to a head quite quickly. In an ideal world, of course, everyone would be happy for me, and everyone would want me to be happy, and that would be all that mattered. But we don't live in an ideal world, do we?
Apparently, I do.