There is a finite space surrounding major decisions that begins when you have all the information that you're going to get, and usually ends with a deadline. If you decide and act on that last piece of information promptly, you can smoothly move forward and in all likelihood won't look back too often.
After sitting on a job offer for nearly three months, this space charged with promise has become a kind of purgatory. No new information is coming in, and yet I feel equivocal, paralyzed. This is an offer I actively sought out, but in its final form carries such dramatic change for good and bad that it's hard for me to make the leap. The more time passes the less I feel compelled to act. The offer is open-ended yet my lack of response creates bad feelings. Proscrastination at its finest.
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