Life is pretty cool if you think about it.
It’s easy to get stressed out about all the decisions we face every day. And I do. From the moment the alarm goes off, I’m off to the races, fretting about getting out of bed, knowing I should be accomplishing something, writing something, worrying that baby Blue will wake up early and derail any plans I have for the next couple hours. Then there’s work and a million internal and external debates. At lunch I question whether I should take a break at all and if so, what I need to do. Work out? Run an errand? The pattern continues till bedtime. No wonder I’m tired.
Instead of stressing and fretting, I need to be celebrating. Each decision is a gift. I have a choice. I have lots of choices. I CAN work out at lunch. I CAN spend a quiet hour in the morning working on my book. I CAN obtain new skills and do something different professionally (if I choose). I CAN commit to writing fiction.
Not every decision will be fun, not every option will be a delight. But the fact that I have choices is a good thing.