I suppose I can also hashtag “choose to change the world”. This morning I woke up early and thought, well, I can’t sleep, I may as well get up. So of course it’s coffee time. Earlier this year I donated all of my match-y kitchen serve ware and opted for vintage everything, especially if it does not match. Even my china consists of four different patterns.
Which got me to thinking this morning when I opened the cupboard door and went about my daily decision of just which tacky coffee cup will feel good holding today. Which made me think, hmmm, I start my day making choices. What about you?
When I choose a coffee cup, I feel as if I am choosing to do something special every day. I have learned a great deal about choices ever since Paul died. I have had a number of extraordinary circumstances occur the past two years, and these situations just keep on coming my way.
What do I do about it? How am I going to react? What am I going to say? Why do I feel the way I do? How can I make this a learning event in my life? What will I choose to do? How do I feel about my decision?
I try my best every day to do the right thing, to make the right choice. It can mean a number of things, but you always know the opposite sides of the scale in your deliberations.
Sometimes your choice may be to simply listen.
Sometimes your choice may be to be firm about your convictions.
Sometimes your choice may be to lend a hand to help or a shoulder to cry on.
Sometimes your choice may be to just be quiet. Or be heard.
Whatever your choice may be, choose wisely. Our actions have consequences. Our decisions should have meaning. Our choices are who we are.
I choose to be kind. I know I have said this before, but it is better to be kind than to be right.
#makegoodchoices #lifelesson #bethechange