So I’ve been playing with the idea of moving to Winnipeg next year. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned that yet…and I’ve been keen, yet not, with the idea of Clay moving here next year….but then what would happen if I went to Winnipeg. Blah blah blah, all this stuff.
So I realized that in my mind it seems easier to go to Winnipeg, harder to stay here. Because if I went to Winnipeg I would know what to expect. I would know what it’s like to be with the people there and yada yada yada. If I stayed here and Clay came, it would be a completely new experience. It sounds weird, but staying here seems like more of a risk than moving away.
So this morning, I woke up and things were so clear to me.
“Kimbo, you have to make a choice. They are both risks, but which one will you take? You cannot take both. You must make a decision. Which path will you devote your energy to?”
So. That’s the question.
“And what it all comes down to…is that everything’s gonna be fine fine fine…”