I am plenty.  I am full.  I am excellent as I am that I am as I am.  Chanting that and having faith of perfect decisions at the right time.  Actually, decisions–meaning to cut short–are arbitrary and capricious.  It doesn’t matter what I decide, or what seems to be decided for me, as it does always work out for the best. 

Seeing anything as the best is a complete process of perception.  From one angle, 20 years ago I stepped into a huge mess with a horribly bad decision.  From another angle, it was the best thing that ever happened to me and turned my life around.  Facing death and despair and deciding to turn can do that. 

So when indecision haunts me, I have to lean into the fog.  I salute Neptune, that spacy turbulent misty spiritual guy who yields a trident spear.  I cry when I feel like it; I repeat “not sure, don’t know, hmm, let me think about it.”  And when in doubt, do nothing.

Leaning on the lovely shoulder of My Misty Lady, She leans into me, whispering secrets and sweet everythings about the plenty of me, walking step by step into the cloud for Her.