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Choices

By 4 cats, and a dude on April 8, 2022

Every day we make choices, such an obvious statement that carries much meaning.

Want to make a change? It is a choice.

Want to get something done? It is a choice.

Can’t have a million dollars if we don’t make the choice to earn one.

Can’t lose those many (or few) pounds unless we make the choice to adjust eating or drinking habits.

Can’t be more physically fit if the choice is to have an active routine of bed, bathroom, kitchen, bed, front room, workstation, kitchen, bathroom, couch, bed.

Finances? Spend money on things that aren’t needed or make you temporarily feel good or tackle debt.

It’s too easy to blame outside sources for our lives. Especially when the choices we make have created this life.

Life isn’t visualization. I can sit on a couch 24/7 and visualize that I am a thin, oily bo-hunk, but the truth is I will never get there if I don’t get off that couch and do something about it.

House is a mess? It won’t clean itself.

I fully understand the concept of mental health and how it impacts motivation. But there are little victories. Something simple, pulling the comforter across the bed. Washing the dish you used yesterday.

Gotta be honest, this morning I accidentally dumped an entire container of Raisin Bran on the floor. Now I kind of think my cats won’t eat that so I can either leave it there to attract other varmints that the cats might eat or I can begrudgingly grab a broom and dust pan to sweep it up. In the process of doing that my mind said, gee there is more you can sweep, so I did that. A small victory for the day.

The act of just typing out this blog post is a choice, my insecure self says, why would anyone want to read this. My other self says, why not write it down (or type it out), at least I am getting thoughts in print.