The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow

The suspense is killing me... Tomorrow I'll get to talk with Lisa, the Lab Manager, about another position at the Mayo Clinic which she thinks will be a good fit for me but I'm nervous. If it isn't a good clear fit I'll have to brood over things and try to make the best decision. I loath big decisions. I'm grateful for personal revelation, the Spirit, and all that or I'd probably never get married, move, etc. I'd be too afraid of making the wrong choices and messing my life up.

Indecision was Hamlet's downfall and it shan't be mine... Dear life, I will unravel you... In the mean time I've got 24 hours to wait wondering where my life is going.