That was the sound of the rug being pulled out from under me. Totally caught me by surprise, and I didn't handle it as gracefully as I could have, but it happened.
One decision, two options. Which one to go with?
Follow my heart? That's tough when your heart is telling you to do two different things. Two things that I want more than anything.
Follow my head? What my head is telling me to do, I don't want to do, in my heart of hearts. Ironic, huh?
I guess only time will tell what is supposed to be.