I did not choose my parents.
I did not choose my children.
I did not choose when the sun would rise today.
I did not choose the temperature. In fact, I moved here so it wouldn’t be 10 degrees, but it is.
I did not choose the actions of others around me.
I did not choose what was on the pages of the websites I read this morning.
I choose how I react.
I choose what I dwell on.
I choose what bothers me or what I let go.
I choose what I want to care about.
I have choices. I am grateful for them. They are what makes me, me.
More than my parents, my zip code, or my bank account balance, what I choose to think about is what shapes me the most.
I have more power than I can ever imagine. Now, there’s something to think about.
How many things are you doing by yourself that you shouldn’t be?
Here’s a simple example. If you can help it, don’t make your bed by yourself. Some things are worth getting help with. Putting up Christmas lights is another one. Adding one person can make it go five times faster.
What do you do by yourself that, if you were willing to ask for help, you could do faster and better?
I’m looking for more of those things in my life, now that the bed is made.