My mind turns and my stomach churns - I am in the fingers-into-flesh dance grip of decision-making. Trying to take the lead, pushing for an answer. Forgetting that if I am still dizzying up a storm of moves, my subconscious is not yet ready to stop.
The dance is the decision-making of the heart.
When it is done, the music simply stops - mind noise, doubts, questions, inner tightness - gone.
A decision settles as an Autumn leaf - moving on when it's inevitable. And not before.
p.s, due to popular demand, I'm reviving joy pockets, over on my mama blog, Fridays.