I’m still looking for an answer. It’s never easy to decide between choices, let alone one that is life-changing. While some have clear directions where they want to be heading, others take a little longer to find their calling. Even when they thought all’s set and done, they hesitate, only to find themselves back at square one.

Doors open and doors close. I like to keep my options open, and that means leaving many doors wide for consideration. However, the more doors you have, the harder it is to choose between them. Influences and opinions are akin to welcome or keep-out signs that are plastered on these doors, each making the other more enticing or less appealing.

Essentially, it’s the perennial heart versus head quandary. Passion pulls you one way, reasoning drags you the other. At the end of the day, you stay rooted in place. Making a choice entails sacrificing the other. And if that is exacting, a ticking timer lock on every door forces a coercion. Deadlines are pressing and I have not arrived. But one way or another, I will.