One-Word Inspiration and A Story In A Single Image

Choice

CHOICE

What does it mean to have a choice?

Does a child have a choice in what family they are born into?

And do we have a choice in how we are taught?

Does a child have a choice in the body they are given?

in the country they’re born into?

Or the religion (or no religion) they are raised in?

A child comes into the world trusting.

Can that child be the person they were created to be?

Or will that child be limited in the choices available to them?

It’s a wonderful, expansive world  with so many choices both good and bad.

Are we letting those we love have the freedom to learn and grow?

Or are we binding them with narrow walls that attempt to keep them

within our own small world?

Choices ~ how to teach a child to think and follow their own path…

to believe in themselves.

How to help them make the best choices for themselves.

How to let go of them and let them take that leap!

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Choice ~ Take that Leap

This post is a combination of two assignments for Writing 101.  We had a choice out of six words to pick one that spoke to us and that we wanted to write about.  The other assignment was to pick a single image that inspired us.  So I picked “Choice” as my one word and two images that I felt represented what I wrote.  Be well and be happy!

Being Strong

A deeply moving Reblog. I could see and embrace my own journey as I read JoAnna’s  post ~ Being Strong.  It’s wonderful to see a woman (or man) look back and recognize that they truly chose to be strong. ❤

(Click on my ‘Related’ posts at the bottom for more reading 🙂 )

Anything is Possible!

Tree roots walking

“You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.” Bob Marley

I discovered this quote at Behind the White Coat: https://doctorly.wordpress.com/2016/07/27/%e2%80%8bwho-knew-a-broken-blue-sky/ 

I like that Bob Marley quote. But I believe we always have a choice. There are many times when I’ve felt like I had to be strong, like for my kids after the divorce. I could have fallen apart, but I didn’t, at least not in front of the kids. I didn’t give up because I had a responsibility to my children. And I didn’t want to hurt my parents.

Deep down, I knew there was the possibility that things could better though I did not know how.

I could have been stronger and not gotten involved in that rebound from hell, but in my grief, I made some poor choices. There were may points of choice along the way. Ultimately, thankfully, I made…

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