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Learning to Choose
I want to take a course or three... (hehe) but deciding which ones to actually sign up for is proving to be a daunting task. There is just SO much information available to us that it makes it hard to decide exactly what to dive into. The absurdity or the situation is not lost on me either. If I had made a commitment to take the first one I came across that I liked, on the first site I found through the public library, I would have finished the course by now.
That got me thinking about choice. And how not choosing is Still making a choice, only you are removing your desire and your self from the equation. Not making a choice is like tearing the rudder off your ship and just going wherever the sea and the winds take you.
I have often guilty of not making the choice early enough, firmly enough so my hand is forced to choose the option that is left to me. Not quite rudderless, but definitely not in full control either. This hasn’t always been a bad thing for me either, looking at where my life has taken me and the beauty of some of those non-choice decisions.
It would be easy to talk myself into the ease of just drifting. In fact I could probably make a good solid argument for it that might even talk the staunchest of planners, the choosiest of choosers in to drifting for a while.
I am pretty sure now is not the time to drift. For me or for anyone who desires a better world for ourselves and our loved ones.
Now is a window of opportunity to take control of our world, Now is a time when we move from merely existing to thriving, to actually LIVING.
I choose to change my world and how I thrive within it. I choose to rewrite my narrative. From how I earn a living to how I engage in my world. I choose to spend more time with family pursuing passion and connection and less time trading away my TIME for MONEY in a job that doesn’t fulfill me. Money is a poor exchange for time.
I don’t know where this choice will lead me, but I know I must make it. I must be committed to it. The next step for me is taking the next course that interests me, and seeing it through to the end.
TBT to being a 7 year-old sassy pants 😏 . Truth is, my parents did the best they could with what they had. Both of them were raised in abusive alcoholic homes & their paths crossed during a stay in rehab for their own addictions. . My dad couldn’t get sobriety. He’d get 3 months together & decide that was enough and would go back to drinking. This played a major role in my brother & I’s upbringing. Dad forgetting to pick up us from daycare, being unable to get up and walk us to school / the bus, and times in the car while he was under the influence we had to hold eachother and close our eyes in the back seat. . Mom was the glue. She held us all together. The bread winner. The responsible one. The “adult”. Until my dad lost his battle with addiction & her own demons really reared their ugly heads. . I look at this little girl and my heart hurts. She had such an attitude problem. She was confused why her parents couldn’t show up for her in the way she needed & mostly had to figure things out on her own. . I’m so fortunate today, on my own path of recovery, to be able to rewrite my narrative of the past. To see how hard my parents tried & loved me no matter what & having suffered for 10 years in my own addictions, empathize with what it’s like to be in the grasp of such a gnarly disease. . As a woman in a sober relationship, I catch myself daydreaming about our future children’s lives. How they will never have to worry about the things I did growing up. How I can be the best mom to them by simply loving & being present for them each & every moment. . I got to choose a new life for me & my future’s quite bright because of it. . If you’re carrying around stuff from your past, I know what a weight that can be to bear. Allow me to lighten your load. Know that I’m always here for you—to talk, listen, coffee, yoga, comedy, art—all the things that would gift you an ounce more of freedom from the “story” we tell ourselves about our identity. . I love you. Keep going. 💛 . . . #tbt #rewriteyournarrative #perspective #bethechange #evolve #progressive #revolution #sobriety #womaninrecovery #sassypants #attitudecheck #shorthairdontcare #notcute #loafers #grateful #love (at Medford, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7YWN5vgrvJ/?igshid=qubl0xitddjy
