I did not choose my parents

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.