I get the butterflies in the pit of my stomach just thinking about all of the things that could've gone wrong. I think the anxiety mostly just centered around losing that safety net. It was easy to see once I was on the other side how limiting the job was though and all the ways in which it detracted from the quality of my life. I think I might know what decision you're speaking of. It's never an easy thing to make that decision about a pet. It's good that you don't regret it.
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Oh yeah, no, that was a hard decision too. This one had to do with a relationship. Actually two of them when I think about it, but they were both tough.
Oh, I thought for sure that was what you were talking about. The relationship decisions are equally as difficult. There's always second-guessing.
Yeah, it can be rough!