File this under “be careful what you wish for.”
There are some pretty big changes afoot. And they aren’t necessarily good. It’s one thing to stand on the edge of the cliff and ponder jumping into the unknown; it’s another thing entirely to have a large, malevolent hand plant itself between your shoulder blades and push. But that’s exactly what’s happened. I’ll elaborate more later, but suffice it to say my time of contemplation has reached its end. Now it’s time to see if I really can fly.