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My Freedom of Choice

I'm faced with a new feeling lately that has taken me by surprise. The freedom of choice. For most of my life I made all my decisions through an eternal process that involved hours of thought and consultation with others and debate over the pros and cons of whatever I was facing.

Then there was always the consideration of how my decisions would affect other people. As a result, I didn't go to college when I really wanted to; stayed in bad relationships too long; and refused to leave jobs that made me miserable.

I've learned a lot about myself and my beliefs in the last few years since I've had to make a decision that only affected me. The most valuable lesson is that I'll know when the time is right. (This means that as long as I'm hemming and hawing, it's not time to pick a side.) The next most valuable is that life is a series of decisions, and even if I make a bad one, it's not the end of the world. I'm perfectly able and content to jump in and go for something.

That's where I am now. I've been toying with a very important decision lately, and I've made up my mind. Experience tells me that the pieces will all fall into place exactly as they should. It feels good to know this level of peace.

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