Those dang hard decisions

You know how hard decisions are to make?  Senior year I had to choose whether I would play soccer or work at the YMCA.  It seemed like such a hard decision.  I chose to work at the YMCA and never looked back.  I enjoyed being with those kids and spending time with family and friends.  Recently I have had a much harder decision to make.  Much. Harder.  It consumed my thoughts.   I prayed.  I wrote pros and cons.  I talked to my closest friends.  I talked to my ma.  I looked in the scriptures and a blessing.  I questioned every feeling, every prompting, every thought that had ever entered my head.  And the hard thing, is there isn't a wrong choice.  Both are good.  Both would make me happy. Both have lots of scary things, but also exciting new experiences just waiting for me.  I finally made a decision.  I am not totally confident with it, but I'm going to stick with it. I am not going to say doubts don't fill my mind.  Things others say still strike a cord, and I doubt my feelings again.   But I guess I'm stubborn.  When I make up my mind, it's not changing.  So my decision is final, and I refuse to question or wonder.  I know I will have experiences that will help me grow.  I know that I have chosen a good thing.  I know the Lord will strengthen and support me in this decision.  I'm putting all of my happiness, my future life, who I can become, who I will end up with, in the Lord's hands.  I know He will not fail me.