If you're anything like I was, you've obsessed over making the 'right' decision a time or two. The one that’ll be best for others and give the most back to you. But just like there’s no 'wrong' decision, there’s no 'right' one either.
When we’re faced with a decision, all the options are laid out in front of us. The moment we make a choice, the other options fall away. Everything starts to support us in the decision that we've made.
If we were meant to choose differently, that option will meet us again in the future. It no longer exists in the past.
This frees us from choice paralysis and the 'should've, could've, would've' that so easily consumes us. It also allows us to explore new things and gives us bravery to dance outside of our comfort zone. If it doesn't work out, we simply choose again. Choose differently.
When we realise there’s no 'right' choice and there’s several different ways things can play out, we get more adventurous. I made decisions more in line with who I wanted to be instead of limited by who I thought I was. I played around with possibility more. I pushed myself beyond what was comfortable, and past what was conventional.
I eventually realised I could ask for what I wanted instead of just accepting what was laid out in front of me. And that I didn't have to limit myself to choosing only one option.
I’ve flown a lot over the years and I remember there was a certain point where a flight attendant asked me, 'Cookies or pretzels?' and I responded with, 'Yes please.' She smiled and proceeded to give me both. I had stumbled upon something magnificent.
Not only did I have delicious cookies AND pretzels to hold me over on the flight, I realised I could have it all. I didn't have to limit myself the way I had been doing for so long.
In accommodating others and worrying about being an inconvenience we’ve forgotten that we don't need to apologize for our existence. Or for using our voice to ask for what we want. We don’t need to sacrifice our needs and wants for fear of burdening others. They also have a choice.
The flight attendant could have said no. She could have made me choose. And I would’ve known I had at least advocated for myself and given it a shot.
So for years I have been enjoying cookies and pretzels on planes. Literally and figuratively.
If you could have exactly what you wanted, what would you ask for? Would you believe you could get it? That you deserve it?
Love and Choose Fiercely,