Choosey mothers...

When was the last time you had a real choice to make? An actual "two roads diverged in a yellow wood" kind of decision?


My father once said to me, "Laurel, a lot of the suffering in this country comes from people fretting over decisions that aren't really theirs to make."


Or something like that. Which is true. Much anxiety in our privileged world stems from overthinking... in advance of our problems, and in retrospect...


But while my dad is generally right/smart... sometimes we really do have a choice, two (or more) distinct options. And when we do... it's best to listen to the rumblings in our bellies, I think, and take a leap of faith.


It's best to commit to our decisions, best to blindfold ourselves to all the other paths we think might have stemmed from the paths we didn't take, when standing in the yellow wood.


Because the what-ifs will make us insane. INSANE!


So here I am, making a choice, taking a leap of faith. In a way I haven't done since I made a choice 5 years ago (the right one) and signed on for a partner, a family, a future.


Yep, here I am again, signing on for another kind of partner, a second kind of future.


Could it actually be possible? Could I really be so lucky as to get it right the first time...


Twice?