For ten days I've mulled, moped and fought mental wars. Heck, I even contemplated going to sit in a church in search of a sign, an indication of sorts that my decision would be the right one.
I finally experienced my moment of clarity today, after I downed my happy hour drink a little too quickly in the temple of booze. Ironically, through my tears, my answer was as clear as day. And my head and heart finally sang the same tune.
Booze may not the answer to all questions, but sangria gave me the answer to mine. Here goes nothing. Salud!
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