I have run to the edge of Key Biscayne. I am standing in the sand looking out at the bay. I am debating whether or not to dive in.
If I do get into the water, I may miss my room service delivery. I may miss my conference call with my boss. I may miss my shuttle to the arena. I may arrive late for the Video Music Awards. Heck, I might be swallowed by a shark and miss the awards completely.
As I teeter on the edge of this monumental descision, I look up from the sparkling blue waves to the sky. There, in an arc below billowing gray thunderclouds, a rainbow stretches across the horizon.
I dive in.
Everything turns out just fine.