Do it

I did not consider the Norwich house a terrific burden and something that I was doomed to live through, but rather a necessary evil until the next step.

Yet, with the deed being done, I have an enormous sensation of fantastic elation. It is akin to a couple of brass anvils ceasing to clang behind the shrouds in the back of my mind; and when I turn around, the anvils themselves are gone, and there is gorgeous sky.

I hope you get to have the same sensation someday.

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Ursula said…
Oh! I know the feeling you're talking about, actually! It's like when there's been this quiet but persistent ringing in your ears for a long, long time, and you'd almost forgotten it was there, until it suddenly stops. Peace descends all over you, and the whole world is beautiful again--and you wonder that you could have lived with that burden as long as you did.