In this case yes.
I have given myself another year before heading to France for good; I think I said that.
I know that the coming days will be filled with thinking, planning, excitement, self-doubt, and of course, WORK.
There is so much work to do that I may even forget those aspects of life that seem to have gone perpetually undone all of these years. I may forget the yearning for that certain something that I've come to believe will evade me for the rest of my days. I won't name "that thing" it's better that way.