“We’re all going to die. We don’t get much say over how or when, but we do get to decide how we’re gonna live. So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.” – Richard Weber, Grey’s Anatomy
I’m fussing at the boys through my shut bedroom door. It’s 8:30PM and they’ve been cleaning their room for an hour. I’m tired and frustrated and is it really that difficult to put away clothes and toys?
Yesterday, at 8:30AM, I quit the job that has saved me many times over in the last five years. I’m tired and frustrated and I was told to decide, I needed to choose between two very different paths… I chose. And I quit.
I took the risk.
I chose a different job and I chose the chance to follow my dreams. I chose me. I chose my boys. I chose less stress, sacrifices, and some hard, ass-busting years…
But I prayed. I decided. And now we scrub…