We all have choices in this life. Every single day starts with a choice. Do I hit snooze just one more time? Do I snag just seven more minutes of sleep or do I drag myself out of bed and start the day?
Then there are the choices of what to wear, what to have for lunch, whether to wear makeup or not.
I haven't been doing all that well lately. I've been sabotaging myself, making bad choices which lead to self-loathing and a boatload of anger.
I need to remember that every action on my part is a choice. Every feeling is my own. I have to own my emotions and remember that no one can make me feel bad about myself without my permission.
I have choices, even though sometimes I don't feel like I do.
I need to remember that and start making good ones, choices that lead to happiness.
Happiness is a choice. It is.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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Sometimes my inner self responds best to gentle encouragement, sympathy, and coaxing: like I would treat a small child: then it's less apt to respond with self-loathing or anger, more apt to enjoy playing "Let's try to do a little better." :-)
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