It’s amazing what happens when we open ourselves up to new things. I didn’t know what would happen when I had a baby. When it didn’t go as expected I got stuck. And I got sick, which made it hard for me to realize there were other ways to look at the situation.
When I started blogging, I just wanted to write. I wanted to get the PPD swirl out of my head. I didn’t know that I was making a choice to share this with so many people because I didn’t know all of you were out there.
I have been afraid of things. I have had dreams and have been too scared to do anything about them. Some of my dreams are small. Some are big. Some are desires I can’t explain but that have lived in me always.
There are a lot of options before me now that relate to those dreams. I don’t mean to be cryptic, but I don’t have enough information yet to know where all this is going. I’m just trying to have faith that it’s going where it’s meant to.
At first I thought some of these things would require decisions.
But maybe “decisions” isn’t the right word. Maybe the word is “choices.”
I know what I can do, and as a result I know what I could do.
But it’s not about that. It’s about knowing – and showing – who I truly am, and that opens up a world of choices.
I love these books, and I know this quote. I saw this on a friend’s board on Pinterest today and got a little teary, because I know exactly what he means.
