I'm in a seemingly impossible environment of change that feels suffocating. It feels freeing and it feels equally overwhelming. There's minimal in between. The stark contrast of leaving or staying both come with unbearable consequences. Ones I knew were coming but felt, and still feel, ill equipped to navigate. I'm in this in between of launching into what I believe to be where I'm supposed to be without having certainty because the consequences and fall out of that is astronomical. How can something that bring such peace internally wreak such havoc on the outside? Shouldn't the right thing come without consequences? Am I missing something here? Am I making things up and totally grasping for straws to fit a narrative that I believe in more than just about anything else? If I turn out to be correct I promise you that I will weep endlessly because I've walked through a life that's been overwhelming and confusing, and also excellent, to end up at a point of pu...