Choice

My heart hurts a little today.

I have had three opportunities today to play the victim, and my old self is itching to do just that. Oh, how tempting.

It hit me while I was driving. My response is a choice. A choice that is going to create my experience and my future.

So I'm nursing my sad little heart, and I'm sitting with the icky feeling (when what I really want is to call someone and bitch while eating chocolate) until it starts to fade, which it always does.

I'm also saying thank you for the many wonderful things in my life (including the opportunity to choose differently this time).

Love to all.