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Decisions

I'm generally quick to make decisions. Makes me really effective at my job. Case in point, buying a motorcycle and not knowing how to ride it or actually have ever seen the bike.
I got an idea in my head last week after the reality of a few bad decisions came to play out. Actually, the famous roomie put the idea in my head. But I mulled it over for the better part of a week, eternity in my decision making realm.
I made a list, as generally instructed by my dad, to consider my options. When I looked at the pro's it looks pretty good, solves the mess I've gotten myself into. Then I looked at the con's. It's going to be tough but there wasn't one thing on the list that logic didn't have an answer for or that wasn't trumped by the pro list.
And today I made up my mind. Slightly aided by my good friend, probably the male version of myself, saying he'd do it with me. Jumping off a cliff is slightly less scary when someone goes with you. Not to worry, I'm not jumping off a cliff just going to flip my life upside down for a bit. I've already put the wheels in motion, making arrangements and plans. I have a few more people to tell. Chief amongst them is my dad. I actually emailed him so he could digest it. Neither of us deal well when faced with big information. Actually we take it quite well and then talk to you about it when we are ready. So I ended the email with, call me when your ready. My head swims tonight as I grasp the decision I have made but rest easy knowing its the right decision.

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