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Heart vs. Head

I have a dilemma at the moment.
It is quite a dilemma actually.


I made a life altering decision last week and I am so delighted with how much better I feel about myself having made that decision.
The decision however is made up of two parts.
The first part was the easy part. It was a simple question that required a yes or no answer.
I answered without hesitation.
The answer felt like the right one, even though it was the more difficult one.

Part two is not so easy.
It involves me making a choice.
It isn't a straight forward choice either. 
It is follow my heart or follow my head.
Both options have their pros.
Both options have their cons.

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My head tells me that option 'A' makes sense.
It will benefit me professionally
It will stave off any boredom that may be creeping in at the moment
It will force me to be more independent

My heart tells me that option 'B' makes sense.
It will benefit me personally,
It will stave off any boredom that may be creeping in at the moment
It will give me the support I feel is lacking at the moment

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I rarely struggle with decisions.
I can normally make a decision quite quickly.
Not necessarily the right decision but a decision.
I consider poor decisions to be valuable lessons in life.
This is probably the first time that I am totally stuck.
And only I can figure out what the right option is for me.

I am trying not to involve people in my decision.
I know that some of those in the know are wondering how I am finding it so difficult to choose what I need to do. 
I wish it was clear to me.
This is a whole new chapter opening up and it scares the crap out of me.
But it is intoxicatingly exciting.
This is the first time in a long long time that I have to make a decision that doesn't involve anyone else. I have always had someone else to consider and I have always put them first.

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I am however glad that I have come as far as I have.
This dilemma has been lingering for a while.
I have decided to be proactive.
I now just need to be even more decisive....
Aghhhhhhh!!!!

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