Do you remember the story of The Sword of Damocles because at the moment I feel a bit like the guy sitting beneath the sword. The good news is that the point on this particular blade is relatively dull.
Nonetheless it can’t be pleasant having a twenty pound weight come crashing down upon your skull, even when you have a head as hard as my own.
All of this is a fancy way of saying that I have some tough decisions ahead of me and I find myself agonizing over what path to take. I have spent a lot of time trying to analyze the options and am stuck because in some cases you just can’t predict the future.
The best that you can do is develop an educated guess and then hope that you are right. There is nothing truly insightful or profound in that, it is just how life is.
But if you have a mind that operates like my own you tend to think in very colorful and graphic terms. In this particular case I see myself canoeing down a river that winds through some exotic jungle. It is uncharted territory so I haven’t any clue as to whether I am going to stumble upon rapids leading to a thousand foot drop or a tranquil pool.
The normal sounds of the jungle surround me. I can choose to set up camp but again there is no telling if the land will be fraught with unseen peril or a peaceful oasis.
All I can do is be prepared to adapt to whatever situation I face. And that my friends is exactly what I have to do here. Make the best decision can and then deal with whatever comes afterwards.
The hardest part of this whole process is not making the decision but the anticipation surrounding it all.
And now if you’ll excuse me I need to go find a helmet so that if that sword does come crashing down I have some sort of protection.