an act of selecting or making a decision when faced with two or more possibilities.
When I realized that every minute of every day I have a choice, even though it seems so simple, I really felt like I had been liberated.
We have the privilege of getting to make choices (good or bad) and learn from them and get up another day and make another round of choices. We are choice makers—not constant victims of circumstance. Fabulous, huh?
Well, not entirely, because when I began to study about the nature of choice it put a bunch of victim crap I’ve carried around back on my own broad shoulders. Wait, I can’t dump that on someone else? Someone didn’t DO that to me, that was my choice? I didn’t want to think about it. Choosing is not an easy process, but that’s the way the universe operates. I tried to unlearn and block out what I was reading. I just couldn’t, the genie was out of the bottle and now I’m grateful.
Every moment of every day we have choices to make.
“One’s philosophy is not best expressed in words; it is expressed in the choices one makes. In the long run, we shape our lives and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And, the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.” —Eleanor Roosevelt
Amen. I really need to read a book about her. Amazing woman. Great post.
Yes, Eleanor rocks and I also read, “Conversations with God” by Neale Donald Walsch—he has a lot to say about choice as well.
Great book also. I should revisit!