Do you ever feel like every decision you make is the wrong one?
Boy I do.
The last 6 months have perhaps been the worst 6 months in as many years.
To leave or not to leave? To move on or to wait? To get a pet or not to get a pet? Let it go or let it devour me? To attempt to pick up on my novel even though all I have is the paper copies, or start something new and hope my fingers still have something to say?
So many questions, and only one thing to say about any of them: