So how many of you are content with the choices you make? Each time you decide to do something or buy something or say something or think something, you’re happy with that choice? You never regret, never second-guess, never wish you could go back and make a different choice?
The hardest part is when you choose something that you know is bad for you. I want it, and I want it now. I know it’s bad for me. I know it’s the completely wrong choice to make. But I’m going to suspend logic and ignore my brain screaming “NO NO NO NO,” and do it anyway.
And then you reap the results of that choice, and you’re upset or sad or frustrated or disappointed because it doesn’t turn out like you hoped it would. There might have been temporary joy in the choice, but ultimately it doesn’t work out, because it was the WRONG CHOICE. Duh.
My wise friend Kent tried to teach me that there are no bad choices – just choices that don’t turn out like you’d like for them to. I’m good at beating myself up for what I consider bad choices, so I’m trying to learn that lesson. But when you walk into a choice with your eyes wide open, knowing there is a slim chance that it’s going to turn out in your favor – well, that’s just stupid.
So why do we do it? Is it because there’s a child inside each of us whining “But I waaaaant it!” Is it because we like to tempt fate, play the odds? After all, someone has to win the lottery. Or is it because we’re so stubbornly optimistic, believing that the Universe will make everything happen just like we want it to, even though that voice of reason is whispering in our ears, “You’re an idiot. That’s never going to happen.”
Maybe it’s because I’m Pollyanna and like to believe that the world is sunny and good, and everyone is nice, and wonderful things are going to fall on all of us if we just wait long enough and want them badly enough. If I make a choice with a pure heart, because I think it’s going to be lovely, then the Fates are going to grant my wish and indeed, make it lovely.
Or maybe it’s because I’m a risk-taker. No guts, no glory, right? I could sit quietly in my room and never take a chance, never make a questionable choice. Maybe I would never be disappointed. Or maybe things still wouldn’t turn out, and I’d be even more disappointed because I did the “right” thing. At least when I do the “not so right” thing, I know it might not turn out. So I’m not completely surprised if it doesn’t. Disappointed, but not surprised.
Anyway, I hope you have a good balance between the wise choices in your life, and the less than wise ones. I hope you have enough excitement to keep things interesting. And I hope that sometimes that chance you take turns out exactly as you hoped it would. I intend to keep making those foolish choices, because I stubbornly believe in magic. One of these days, I WILL will that lottery. (I guess I’d better buy a ticket, huh?) And then all of my bad choices will be forgotten, in the light of that one perfect one.
Here’s to choices, risk-taking, and living a life filled with surprises…