A letter to myself:
Keep going. Word by word, choice by choice, vision by vision. Soldier on to the tempo of your own triangle. The time will come when it will be painfully obvious what needs to be done. Or should I say, painlessly obvious. I am absolutely certain of this phenomenon. Call it God, call it your own soul’s wisdom, call it both or none at all.
But it is this way.
And you will see and have the strength required when that time comes.
The scenario for perpetually ignoring your gut?
It’s commonly called hell on earth. Revel in it or listen.