What's Choice Got to Do With It?

Every moment involves a choice. Two times where this fact was significant stand out in my mind.

One moment happened years ago when I felt stuck in place, and on a quiet Sunday morning thought, "I'm so confused. I don't know what to do."

Go ahead and admit you have a "voice," as well, so you understand when I say the voice in my head responded, "There is no such thing as confusion, only resistence to doing what must be done." A brilliant revelation.

Confusion is a word that gives us an easy out, or perhaps, alerts us that more than one emotion or feeling is competing for attention. Multiple feelings can be like tangled up threads. It's a chore to separate the strands; but if we ever hope to use the threads again, it's a necessary task we'll be glad we did.

The second big moment happened fairly recently. Someone made a unilateral decision that involved me, though I wasn't consulted. When we discussed this, the other party said, "What if the choice isn't yours?" You might imagine my initial feeling was that I had no control. In one way, I was right in thinking that. But, only in one way.

That question proved to be empowering, and ties in the revelation described above. I realized I did have a choice. I could choose to let go and move forward. I may not like that this was thrust upon me, and my initial response was definitely resistance; but I did, indeed, have a choice and did what had to be done.

Life is "funny" in how it moves us forward when we've been in one space long enough. We can be like squatters, especially if we believe we're in the right place.

I've learned after many big and little shifts, that the big ones are (for lack of a term everyone will agree on) the larger consciousness's way to backside-kick me to where I need to go next. No dawdling. No gradual meander to the next place like walking through an outdoor Flea Market. Nope. Time to move. At those moments, it's best if I choose to go with it and also decide to be somewhat enthusiastic about what's around the corner. Some shifts are moderately inconvenient. Some are truly painful. But, the obvious, in my life, is that I need to show up someplace else. That "backside-kick" is my Express ticket to my next destination.

You don't have to choose to be ecstatic about shifts, especially if that's not what you feel; but you can decide to be open to the present moment, curious about what's next. Anything less is nothing short of abandonment of the awesome power you are. And as the Borg of "Star Trek" say, "Resistence is futile." The boat's in the water. Might as well pick up an oar and row. You stand a better chance of getting where you're expected if you do.