I face a choice. I fear that it is not a choice of right and wrong, but rather better and best. Unfortunately I am not totally sure what it best. Or maybe I do know, but am unwilling to accept the answer just yet. I find myself fighting the temptation to give in to pride and say, “I can be different from everyone else. I’ve been trained better. I am doing a good job now.”
Then reality strikes and I am humbled by how needy I am and just how much I act like a normal human being.
I wish Dan would tell me what to do, or at least let me talk it out.