I just took a big step. I spent the past hour crafting a letter, exporting to .pdf, then I clicked [send].
It was a letter to a literary agent specializing in juvenilia, regarding two children's books I've written.
I'm supposed to be finishing up my lecture notes for my talk tomorrow. I've worked on them. Still a couple more hours of work today, then most of a day tomorrow. I'm not worried. I needed to take a step, move ahead on another one of my paths.
I'm standing at a crossroads, surveying the many choices that lie ahead. I realize that I can turn around, or try a tributary path any time I like. They're my legs; I can direct them. But it sure feels good to know it.