Choices

The pictures says it all, does it not?

Every day we have choices. Should I wear the red shirt or the blue? Should I have that second bowl of ice cream or eat an apple? Just I start/add to my family?

Every day we are faced with choices, some pretty minor but some are life changing. As a child I second guessed every thing I did. I would analyze every little action and in my mind I would replay every little conversation and worry whether I had inadvertently offended someone or embarrassed myself. I was wasting so much energy on inconsequential things. When I was 15 years old I spent a good part of that summer in Hong Kong living with a family, but essentially living on my own. I made all my own decisions and they were the right decisions. I made a conscious decision from then on not to look back and wonder. Not to feel guilty about this or that. No more self doubt. Becoming an RN and having people’s lives depending on me and my decisions certainly enforced my new convictions.

I’ve been very fortunate to not be plagued with many self doubts as an adult. I’ve been able to look at all my major and most of my minor decisions and appreciate that they were the best decisions for me or my family. That’s not to say that I didn’t struggle through some of them. Duc is a perfectly good example of this. I had MAJOR doubts the entire time. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t excited, but it was a huge decision and it no longer impacted just me.

There are, however, a couple of exceptions (aren’t there always?). I find myself on the cusp of making a couple of decisions in my life—some big that would greatly impact Duc and me and others that pertain more to matters of the heart and where my life passions lie. Fortunately there is no rush on any of these decisions and I can take the better part of this year and even next to decide what I want to do. In some ways that is good, but it also allows me way too much time ruminate my decision. You can bet I will let you know.

I appreciate the support for the photography—both on here and private messages. It’s very scary, but Kris is right. I will never feel ready enough to do this. NEVER. But sometimes you need a push, and I just got a push in the form of an email. A friend of mine is also starting her own business—jewelry. Her stuff is awesome. Her sister is a graphic artist and edits photos and creates logos. She has worked with some really famous people and done some really well known stuff. And she volunteered an exchange of services—I’ll take photos of her daughter and she will give me a logo. Holy crap, I’m going to have my first job!

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And since we are talking about choices…why the heck are people so RUDE these days? Kelli and I took the boys to the children’s museum and I was kind of horrified by how rude people were. Any time you saw FAMILY RESTROOMS you could bet on seeing a line of single adult people—not families. Not a child anywhere in sight. Kelli and I were in line with CRANKY, TEETHING, POOPY babies and do you think any of them even attempted an apologetic smile as they stepped in and out of the family bathrooms? Not a chance. Lazy asses. It wasn’t just the bathrooms…there were a number of things that I thought were a little rude. Of course, I was pretty tired so I may have been unjustifiably irritated. Do you recognize the dude in the back? Yep, it’s Darth Vader. Kelli and I were lining up with the photos for our photo with Darth when this happenedYep, tears. It totally freaked him out. Hopefully Kelli got some good photos!