My youngest son is four. And always looking for something spectacular to add to his games. The recycling bin is his latest treasure box and who can blame him really? A small piece of paper becomes a map and a jar could be anything from a spaceship to a dog house. A couple of days ago he picked a medicine container with a childproof cap. He asked me to open it, I said it can’t be done. Did I have a reason to say no? Not a solid one anyway. I just figured that opening a medicine container, even though empty might not be the right kind of thing to teach a four-year-old.
I like writing. Quite obvious by now really. And while I did write for publications for a while and sent my work out confidently, it took a great leap of courage to write a blog. Because my thoughts were “what if people won’t like what I have to say?” and “what if my writing creates a stir I am not prepared for?”. So after a few “breathe in, breathe out” sessions and hearing some convincing arguments from people who were already out there, I did it. I jumped in with both feet. And I loved it!
You have a choice to smile or frown. I was reminded of choices today after I smiled at an elderly gentleman who was walking in the opposite direction. He smiled back and then he stopped to thank me for a nice smile that made his day, he said.
You have a choice in everything you do. You have a choice to wake up and put a smile on your face or you have the choice to start your day grumbling and expecting yet another Golgotha.
You have a choice to help someone, whether directly or indirectly, or you have the choice to turn a blind eye.