So, what does one do when one takes a chance, walks out further on a limb than one expected to and then…nothing? Does one crawl back to the tree trunk (with a tucked tail), hold on for dear life until one taps into that bonus layer of courage or just let go, brace for the fall and try another branch?
Perhaps one shall see how one feels after this episode of Sex and the City, followed by a few hours of sleep. Perhaps all of the answers will be right there, waiting for this one in the morning.
Did that make any sense?