Sometimes It's Not About the Choice

You know when you have a choice to make and it doesn't feel easy?  Say, ice cream, for example: chocolate or vanilla?  Or wine: red or white?  I'm not gonna lie.  Some days it's hard.

But, actually, I'm talking about the big decisions that feel like they're so gigantic they stop you in your tracks.  The ones that can affect the outcome of future opportunities and the happiness of more than just yourself.

And sometimes it feels like there's a "right" choice.  We're always asking, Which choice is best?  What is right?  And while I think these are good questions to ask -- there is such a thing as a bad decision -- sometimes I don't think there's a right or wrong way to go.

Sometimes it's not the choice you make, but what you make of the choice.

Last night Adam told me, Maybe God isn't telling me there's a right choice.  Maybe He's telling me to make the best out of whichever choice I make.  And I was all, Amen to that!  Absolutely I agree.

(I may not have uttered the word "Amen", but I'm pretty sure it floated through my mind.)

There is so much we can't control in our lives.  But we can control how we approach our lives and our decisions, and what we take away from our experiences.  We can either jump in, get a feel for what works, adjust ourselves accordingly, and move ahead.  Or we can knock our heads against a wall, while bemoaning the fact that things aren't the way we want them to be.

I'm not saying there isn't room for complaining or sorrow.  All I'm saying is, when there's a big decision to be made sometimes there really isn't a right or wrong, a better or worse.  Sometimes the decision just Is.

It's what we do after that makes the difference.