I always tell my kids that life is about choices – make a decision and move forward w/out regrets. I like to think of it in terms of walking; you don’t want to stand still and if you keep looking backwards while you’re walking, you’ll likely trip, fall, and possibly break your nose (that’s only wise if you are aiming for an insurance-covered nose job).
A lot of my choices have made sense only to me:
- I used to be a reporter for a well-known magazine until I jumped off the fast track to run away w/the circus. Not a smart career move, I admit. But in the end, my stint w/the circus was life changing.
- When my marriage went up in flames, my nearest & dearest urged me to blow the whistle on my then-husband’s girlfriend (presumably her bosses & husband wouldn’t have been happy to know the bureau chief of the family court was preying on a family dealing w/cancer & death). But toward what end? It wouldn’t have restored my white picket fence fantasy and it would likely have invited chaos into her children’s lives.
- I’m the middle of nine and love having so many siblings. But I started late and decided a big family wasn’t in the cards for my kids. Honestly, who wants to embarrass their kid by slugging Ensure at his/her college graduation? Besides when it comes to parenting, two’s a face off and three’s a siege.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve made some really dumb choices along the way too. Exhibit A: my ex-husband. That’s okay. It’s all part of the journey.