Choices are the hinges of destiny. ~ Edwin Markham
Guidance counselors in high school, teachers, even parents never truly prepare those in their charge for reality. As jaded as my childhood had made me, I was still quite unprepared for some of the decisions laid before me upon entering the "real world". I felt, in many ways, like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. Choices had to be made, by a specific time, and I had to be the one to make them. No longer did I have my mom or brother there cushioning the fall when my decision led to disaster. For the most part, I think I did okay.
I made the decision to pursue a career in my current field. I made a decision to leave a safe and predictable job to work for my current employer instead. Easily, one of the smartest moves I have ever made in my life. Even moving over 800 miles just to stay in his employ has been well worth it. I adore him and love my job.
I made a decision to get married and buy a house with a man I was madly in love with. Someone I lost myself in. I planned a wedding, planned a family, planned a future with this man. And then, when things went so wrong between us, I made the decision to end it. It was terrifying, challenging and liberating. Although I am still kicking myself for not fighting harder to get those deposits back ;-)
And now? I've come to a place in my life where the most difficult choice in front of me is how I want my stylist to cut my hair at my upcoming appointment.
Is this the measure of past right decision-making?