Choices

There are times I question myself — everything I know — and I wonder why. For a very long time, I have been conscious and purposeful in how I’ve lived. I’ve often said that I designed the life I want to live, and that is true. Yet, there are also times when I find myself asking for clarity. I’m in one of those times now.

It’s not that I don’t know what I want or how I want to feel. It’s more that the details are blurry. I think for all of us, there are many paths to happiness — myself included. And sometimes I worry. I feel anxious. I’m afraid of making the wrong choices.

But then I wonder — what if there are no wrong choices? What if every option is “right” in its own way? I like to imagine that how I live cannot be wrong. I believe that where I am is where I am meant to be, doing what I am meant to be doing, surrounded by the people who are meant to be in my life.

So why, then, is it sometimes so torturous to make decisions? Perhaps, just as there may be no wrong choice, there may also be no single “right” one. Maybe what is right for me simply hasn’t revealed itself yet. And maybe the discomfort I feel is not something to avoid, but something to embrace.

Here is what I do know: what is meant for me will always be mine. I live a blessed life. I attract what I desire. And clarity will come in its time.

I write these letters to you, but mostly, they are for me. I’ve said before that I don’t truly understand my own thoughts until I write them down. My hope is that this jumble of words is helpful to you too, if only to remind you that you are not alone in your thoughts.

With love and light,