life is change. growth is optional. choose wisely.
If you glance at my facebook profile, right beneath my name, birth date, phone number and all the other about me stuff that you likely never really look at - you will see that quote.
life is change.
Change. A universal truth. Not one thing in our world today is as it was yesterday, from the sun in the sky to the teensiest cells in our body.
But if change happens, if I know there is no escaping it, no running from it, no denying the inevitable, then why, oh why, do I have such a hard time with it? Why does the hair stand up on my back with the simplest mention of change? Why do I look away, avoid, pretend its not happening at all?
Perhaps it is because that with change, there almost always comes a decision. Left or right? Yes or no? Stay or go?
What if I choose wrong? What if I should have zigged when I was supposed to zag? Ran when I was supposed to walk?
growth is optional.
Maybe it is not so much about the actual decision itself. Maybe for me, what I eventually decide is less important than having been able to make the decision at all.
For most of my adult life, I've given my choosing to others. To my mother, to co-workers, to family and friends. My family often teases me that when presented with a decision, I used to smile sweetly, shrug and say simply, ok.
Growth was optional then. For me. No choices means no responsibility. No accountability. Never taking the credit but also - never assuming the blame.
I changed. I cannot pinpoint when it happened, and it has caught me somewhat by surprise, I would have you know. But I have. I have changed.
Because no longer do I fear the change. No longer do I fear the growth. No, now, my greatest hope is that I can simply...
choose wisely.
life is change.
Change. A universal truth. Not one thing in our world today is as it was yesterday, from the sun in the sky to the teensiest cells in our body.
But if change happens, if I know there is no escaping it, no running from it, no denying the inevitable, then why, oh why, do I have such a hard time with it? Why does the hair stand up on my back with the simplest mention of change? Why do I look away, avoid, pretend its not happening at all?
Perhaps it is because that with change, there almost always comes a decision. Left or right? Yes or no? Stay or go?
What if I choose wrong? What if I should have zigged when I was supposed to zag? Ran when I was supposed to walk?
growth is optional.
Maybe it is not so much about the actual decision itself. Maybe for me, what I eventually decide is less important than having been able to make the decision at all.
For most of my adult life, I've given my choosing to others. To my mother, to co-workers, to family and friends. My family often teases me that when presented with a decision, I used to smile sweetly, shrug and say simply, ok.
Growth was optional then. For me. No choices means no responsibility. No accountability. Never taking the credit but also - never assuming the blame.
I changed. I cannot pinpoint when it happened, and it has caught me somewhat by surprise, I would have you know. But I have. I have changed.
Because no longer do I fear the change. No longer do I fear the growth. No, now, my greatest hope is that I can simply...
choose wisely.
