I just finished writing one of those off the top of my head emails to a friend about choices and consequences. My own words have me thinking now.
Just because you're in the middle of a very different situation than what you based your decision on doesn't change your original decision.
This haunts me. How many times have I made a choice only to have the situation change or morph into something I never expected? Or berated myself for not being omniscient enough to see the future? Or let someone else make me feel scatterbrained or fickle when I wanted to back out of something I clearly didn't want in the first place?
The sad truth is far too many times.
We make choices based on the information before us. Sometimes it's factual. Sometimes it's not. Sometimes it changes when someone else changes their mind. But that still doesn't change the truth alive in me. That doesn't change the drive I feel in my spirit or the passions in my soul.
Learning to see myself...to accept myself...has been a freeing process. As I unearth the layers of my being, I'm finding the core on which I stand. And you know what? It's not exactly made of the shifting sand I've felt on the surface.
Who would have thought?
Just because you're in the middle of a very different situation than what you based your decision on doesn't change your original decision.
This haunts me. How many times have I made a choice only to have the situation change or morph into something I never expected? Or berated myself for not being omniscient enough to see the future? Or let someone else make me feel scatterbrained or fickle when I wanted to back out of something I clearly didn't want in the first place?
The sad truth is far too many times.
We make choices based on the information before us. Sometimes it's factual. Sometimes it's not. Sometimes it changes when someone else changes their mind. But that still doesn't change the truth alive in me. That doesn't change the drive I feel in my spirit or the passions in my soul.
Learning to see myself...to accept myself...has been a freeing process. As I unearth the layers of my being, I'm finding the core on which I stand. And you know what? It's not exactly made of the shifting sand I've felt on the surface.
Who would have thought?
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