It's not mine in Journal

Not my decision.
It’s not my decision to make.
I had the thought. And then, like I was slipping into a warm bath, my body began to relax.
It’s true, I realized. It’s not my decision.
I feel free. Light. Relieved. The weight of having to vie for an outcome, gone.
Sure, I still want a particular outcome. But.. It’s not my decision. I made my case. I made my decision, already. And now, I only need wait for the consequences to accrue.