I have climbed to the top of the ridge and taken the path that leads along the slippery slope. I wonder and worry about the wisdom (or lack of) of taking this path. Will I be able to walk the line or will I find myself losing my footing ending the life as I know it?
It seems that I cannot resist the magnetic pull of what could be. I have no more power against it now as I did six years ago. I am making the choice but it feels like the choice is making me.
If there had not been considerable physical distance between us, this story would have ended years ago.
And, so, with the nearly silent click of the mouse on the send button, I realize that there is no turning back now.