The Power of Choice

I'm choosing to be here.

You know the feeling, don't you?

Struggling to get out of bed after a late night...On a Monday morning! Reluctance to step through the doors into a crowded room of complete strangers. 

What’s your difficult choice?

This morning, mine is choosing to show up to make this next post. 

What is it that makes crossing a simple threshold so intimidating and formidable?

Perfectionism. Procrastination. Chasing runaway ideas and simple activities into the woods of distraction rather than making the hard choice - the oftentimes less adventurous decision to stick to the trail of the task at hand.

There's even a lie within that, isn't there, pitting the concept of "task at hand" against adventure. For the path that i am on as a writer is an adventure in and of itself, new discoveries around every bend. 

On this trek I am always learning about myself and others, about God and vulnerability and transparency. Like the sweat and cramps and shortness of breath that accompany a good hike, these things may not always be comfortable, but they are accepted and sometimes celebrated aspects of journeying through the writing process.

So here I am.

I have chosen to be here, in this place, right now, though my feet are aching, my back is stiff and the rocky, rutted incline on this stretch of the trail makes every step a heavy chore.

It is not glamorous. I am out of breath. But when I make it to the crest of this climb, when I hit that publish button, I will stop and notice the view from there. I will rest a bit and survey the landscape, enjoy the view.

What hard choice have you had to make today?

Pull up a chair and share in the comments below or email me at eppik5@gmail.com. There’s a good story there just waiting to happen, and I’d love to hear it!