Have you at any point settled on an extraordinary choice, felt like it was totally solidly all around, and afterward become disabled with dread? Possibly this is the direction for each extraordinary choice.
And afterward the universe has a method of saying, "Goodness hellfire no, this is totally what you're intended to do. You are settling on the right decision."
This is occurring to me at this moment, right now. Ideally, when you read this, I'll be on the opposite side. At the point when it's an ideal opportunity to drift downhill. At the point when it's an ideal opportunity to harvest what I've planted. The advantages of hard work, a job done the right way, a dread suppressed.