Well, after two false starts and 7 years of someone else's luck I'm going to school. The part of me that obsessively looks back to analyze past decisions is.. content. Being able to type that is a monumental accomplishment because it means that not only am I writing these thoughts out (which can be necessary for these realizations) but more importantly in a scenario where I've changed my mind and waited -- I'm not letting my past steal my thunder in the present. That is a beautiful. fucking. thing. And like a good epiphany does keep revealing through time, I made the right decision.
Break a leg, I'll bill your insurance! ..by next summer.