i'm wondering when the light will come down

this week is beautiful. it contains the beauty of pure unbridled pressure, shot from every direction at once, flooding my life. not only have i had the privilege of weighing all my major life decisions at once, the ones that always weigh in the balance are heaving their way into the fray directly. all variables affect the others, all answers have to come soon, all shapes of the soon-to-be coalesce into one. for reaons i cannot fully explain, this transition is a shining model for all the others. it screams from its perch: "oh, yes, you'd better be thinking about all of this, you were never wrong to consider me, never." vindication has come, for the decisions it seemed i was delaying have always been the colors that made the true picture i fashioned of what lay before me.