So…everything is based on choices. That is good… and bad…and sometimes not so pretty.
I’ve made some pretty stupid choices in my life. Like that one time I tried to beat the bus home from school. A sharp corner was coming up and I ended up face down with my knee (leg, ankle) covered in blood. I still have the scars on my knee to prove it.
Or that one time I got a kernel of corn in my eye (a whole kernel of corn…and let me tell you! It hurt!) I tried to get it out with my shirt instead or taking the time to take off my gloves and get it out with my finger. Yeah, I flashed everybody there. It’s a running joke now. I don’t have corn at family functions anymore. It’s way too embarrassing.
Or even last week when I sat by Jesus on the trax train (it was late and he kept yelling, “I’m Jesus….You know what I mean?” – actually he sat behind me, throwing up his hands as he yelled…and he smelled funny, like my brother’s friend Rob - so ….maybe I can’t take credit for that one).
I find myself faced with many decisions through the day: should I do a load of laundry today or twelve loads on Saturday? (I have this love/hate thing for laundry. I love it when it's done. I hate it when it's not. ) Should I spend my free time studying or writing? And what about blogging, should I tweet or blog? Arrgh *fists up in the air, my teeth grinding* There are so many choices!
But some choices are easy to make.
My daughter has had a rough year. Last night I got an email from her teacher with some concerns. As I lay in bed thinking (it was a long night. Note to self - never read emails from school teachers right before bedtime), I realized some of my wants would have to be put aside for something better. Instead of finishing my book in three months and querying my gay-not-gay agent (there is another hilarious story there, but I’ll save it for another post), I may have to slow down. All things in good time. Right?
I do love writing. I love the feeling of creating something. But, I love my daughter more. This choice is just too easy.