Each moment of our lives is a decision, propelling from a previous decision.
Do I hit the snooze? Do I jump up? Do I make the coffee or take a shower, first? You see, it’s ongoing. Even during sleep we slightly consciously decide to turn over, move the pillow, or kick off the blanket.
I wonder, if I’d gotten up at the first sound of my alarm this morning, would my chores be complete? Would I have bumped into a friend at the farmer market? Had a different vibe, to invite a phone call or message? Most likely, not. Tomorrow, I might wonder the same. What will I decide?
Ahh, the big decisions. No, not what to have for lunch. Decisions like who to befriend, where to work, what direction to point the compass of my life.
Friendships have a way of bringing people up or dragging us down. They impact our daily lives more than we might consider. When making decisions about activities or again about what geographical direction to work or live. I've moved toward friends, that weren't, in the long run. I've considered employment in the direction of friends’ homes or places of business, in order to get together at lunch or after work.
Lately I've been reevaluating my friendships and where I live. If I move, some will be left on the side, as they should. Will it make a difference in my feeling stagnant? If I stay put, will I continue to feel brought down because of a ridiculous feeling of loyal “time-sharing”?