Sometimes it feels I’m stuck in a “Choose Your Own Adventure”. And I have to keep choosing all these small things, and I’m wondering when I’m going to reach the page where the main character dies in a cave searching for a yeti. Or something along those lines.
And what I don’t understand is how my life can be filled with such small things that I make such a big deal about (such as dead plants and stolen avocados) but then suddenly there’s this big decision to make (such as deciding what to do with my whole entire life) but I make the smallest reaction known to man.
Maybe it’s like how stubbing your toe absolutely kills, and you kind of just grip your toe in silent agony hoping it’ll end soon because it’s so unbelievably painful, but if you got bitten by a shark you’d kind of just go with it, because your whole body knows you’ve just been bitten by a bloomin’ shark but when you stub your toe your nerves or something send out pain signals so you know that something is wrong because otherwise you wouldn’t know because it was so small, and you don’t want to be walking around with a damaged toe without knowing it was damaged.
I don’t know, is that a thing that’s a thing? I feel like it’s a thing but I don’t have anything to back that up.
Moving on, then.
It’s so easy to feel like we’ve made the wrong choice. We’ve missed the boat. We should’ve done this, could’ve done that. But more often than not, it wasn’t the wrong choice. It’s my life, and no one’s lived my life before which means there is no rulebook to follow and no standard to uphold. It’s literally just me living my life and making the decisions as I see fit at the time.
Sometimes, there is an obvious path, and we may choose not to follow it (hello, Jonah!) but that doesn’t take God by surprise which means He’ll turn it to good as He always does which means we’ll end up where He wants us even when we think He doesn’t want us there.
The thing is this: I don’t know exactly what my future holds. But I know I have a lot of big dreams and I know it’ll be tough at points and I know I’ll end up where I’m supposed to because there isn’t anywhere else to end up.
Make plans out of your dreams. Even when they seem farfetched and unrealistic. Make those unrealistic plans, then go back to them and make them realistic another day. Otherwise you won’t be chasing you’re dreams, you’ll be spending your life wishing you were doing something different. Make plans when you’re excited. That’s my biggest piece of advice for you from today. Make plans when you’re excited, even when these plans are unrealistic. My plans are unrealistic, but hey, I’ve got some plans!
3 thoughts on “The Art of Choosing Your Life”
As long as your plans don’t involve getting bitten by a shark in order to test your theory…then I think you’re on a winner!! 👍🏾
Thanks for the encouragement! 👍🏿
Happy execution of your plan. 😉