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We all have options, we just may not like them.  Or we may knock some off the list because we're not prepared to deal with the consequences.  Or because they push our comfort zone, our insulated little bubble that feels so safe and secure.  Its funny when I zoom in on the image that gives me.  A partially deflated red balloon fighting to stay afloat in choppy seas.  It can't fly any more, but is certainly doesn't want to sink to the bottom.  Why would it?  Jeesh.  All that peaceful quiet lives on the bottom.  There's places to hide down there.  There is a whole ecosystem on the bottom, and maybe there's a gentle current but I'm betting it's less tumultous than being tossed in the choppy waves.  I hope you picked up on my sarcasm because I laid it on pretty thick.  That balloon is so afraid of leaving all the uncertainty because that has become its safety zone.  What a crappy way to live!!!

I just had a delicious dinner on the only night I'm home alone in my quiet house this week.  I loved it.  I had options, and I picked a roasted chicken (totally grossed me out getting the meat off of carcass, but I went to my happy place and it was totally worth it), roasted brussel sprouts with fennel and asparagus.  It was delicious.  And I opted to stay home, although I had two tempting offers to hang out with people I love.  But tonight sitting here listening to music, sipping a glass of wine and telling you how frickin' great my life is was I opted for.  Sure I have to go deal with the remainder of the bird, get food and clothes packed up for the next 4 days that I'll be on the road, but I'm still chosing to write this.  I turned the music up actually.  Because I can.  My choice.

Funny how in about 30 minutes I'll have to pee and regret that I picked the asparagus.  And that when I finally get upstairs and start trying to figure out what I really need in my suitcase I'll wonder how it got so late.  Again, all because of my choice to chat and rock out in my kitchen.  Hopefully I'll be just as content with my previous choices.

I don't think I really had a huge message with this blog, other than I hope it inspires you to take a look at your life, at your options.  The universe has a twisted sense of humor but it always gives you options.  Even if they're as simple as live or die.  You still get to pick.  Love or don't love.  Be loved or live unloved.  Ick.  That one just sucks, right?  Be happy or be unhappy.  Be thrilled to live or live marginally!  What are you so afraid of?  What do you want?  You opted to read this.  Now what are you going to do with all those thoughts floating like that red balloon?  I happen to think the quiet I find while amongst the formations at the bottom of the ocean are quite lovely.  Maybe it's the background music I've picked for the visualization.  Maybe its because I know how to scuba dive.  Who knows.  I do know that I'm not afraid to let the balloon stop fighting and follow it wherever it goes.  Because I chose to. 

Live it up.  Chose to.  Then tell me about it. I'm fascinated by us and how we fight it all so much sometimes!


Sara ps.  If you need good music, I'm tuned in to Zac Brown Band Radio on Pandora. 

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