Yesterday, the choice was clear that I needed to take this picture:
It’s clear that nobody should choose to try to clear that barbed wire fence. Also, the choice is clear in the upcoming vote of the next U.S. president. But is the choice ALWAYS clear?
As I chose to write yesterday, when the choice is NOT clear, that can be painful. This morning, I choose to believe that unclear choices, over time, will become clear enough for me to choose well enough.
The choice is clear! I clearly need to trust my ability to choose, even if it takes me some time to clear my way to the better choice.
If I asked you to choose a favorite from the 30-something other photos I chose to take yesterday, would the choice be clear? And if the choice isn’t clear, what will you do?
Yesterday, the choice was clear for me to post that last photo on Facebook with this caption: “Scarred for life and happy about it.”
Because I’m going to see An American in Paris in a Boston theater tonight with my friend Barbara, my musical choice is clear today:
If you’ve chosen to read my blog before, it’s clear that I choose to end each post with thanks to all who help me create it and to you — of course! — for choosing to join me, here and now.