Everything is a choice
Everything is a choice. I don’t know why, but I have great difficulty remembering that. Seems I believe that my choices are limited, that I have a very strict outline of how I am to live my life.
By limiting myself, by having these constrictive beliefs, I make my life very small and sometimes very painful and sad.
Yesterday I chose differently. My friends ask me to spend the day with them on Sauvie Island. I said no immediately, I had a list of to do’s and I was behind. My son heard me, and said, “you need to go.” Perhaps, it is permission I am always waiting for. Only I need to give it to myself, and not wait for someone else to say, “it’s okay, you can enjoy life too.” Yesterday, I needed my son to say, “yes” for me. I give myself permission to say “yes” or “no” from now on. It is my choice…I need to dream big, and live happier.