What debate can there be between choosing a fulfilling satisfying life and a path of death and destruction?
Thank you, MissPerfumado. This really sticks with me. And the answer is...I don't know. Right now, the difference seems so...murky. (And I know how that sounds).
I know this will sound ridiculous to those of you further along the road, and god knows I've read enough here to know better...but here goes...
Even at this point, I just can't get over these things: no glass of wine at the incredible foodie restaurant (French Laundry, Per Se) I may get to eat at one day; no champagne at my best friend's wedding; no more drinks out with my colleagues. Etc etc et al.
The thought of all that makes me feel, frankly...sad. And weird. And I don't know how I will get over it.