To choose
Sometimes a choice isn’t a choice. When we are caught in a strong emotional tide, we may be operating from a place so young within us we do something that our normal, adult self wouldn’t do. But, ulitmately, moving beyond that — reactive — way of being is, well, a choice. An important thing to remember, however, is that it’s not a choice. It’s a series of choices. Again and again and again. Maybe forever.
The choice is ours1.
Self-aware cheesy ending. Was all I got right now.↩