I’m sitting on a screened-in porch. I love screened-in porches. Whenever I have my own home, I want one.
Sitting here on this porch, I think I just accepted something that I don’t really want to accept. I think and think and think about some subjects, mulling over a decision or a problem or a conundrum.
I’ve been thinking about his particular conundrum for about a year. And sometimes, my head and my heart actually join together and decide: “You’ve thought enough. You’re done. This is how it’s going to be. Accept it. Embrace it. Obsess over something else.”
Apparently sometimes is now.
I reserve the right to unaccept it later.