Rock? Meet Hard Place. Not very good friends, are you?
And that's not even the right metaphor.
I know none of you really want to read the ramblings of an insomniac reporter, but I have to get my thoughts out somehow or I'll never get to sleep.
Though it's not like I will anyway...I feel like my heart is pulling me in two different directions and it can't decide which way it wants to go. Had this problem before? I haven't. I can't even find the words for it, even though words are what my soul is made of. Neither choice is settling or preferable, though I'm sure you could make logical arguments for one or the other. In the end, it all balances out and I'm back where I started, and there's nothing I can do but make a choice and try to ignore the ache as the other calls to me.
Well, now that I've thoroughly bored you, you can go back to whatever it was you were doing.