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What I’ve Learned About Making Tough Decisions
The tough ones are often the best ones
We barely slept that night.
Waking up at some ridiculous hour, maybe 2 or 3 a.m., I stumbled into my clothes still half asleep and began rounding up the last few items to stuff into my suitcase.
Dad greeted me in the kitchen, surprisingly chipper for being awake at such an odd time.
“All ready for your next big adventure?” he asked, smiling.
I nodded, wondering what the tight feeling I’d just noticed in my stomach reflected. Fear? Excitement? Nervousness? Lack of sleep?
I settled on a combination of all four as I zipped the bulging suitcase shut and brought it to the door, adding it to the pile of my belongings. Mom joined us, and we started loading the pile into Dad’s big red truck.
The Journey Begins
Before long, we were off to the airport, driving through darkness. Mom sat in the back with me, holding my hand, as she had made a habit of doing whenever one of her three daughters jetted off on their next adventure.
I was mostly lost for words, overtired and overwhelmed by all the different emotions I was feeling simultaneously. We reached the airport in plenty of time and organized a…
