Phot by David P. Rogers @johnyrocko on the Instagram
Making decisions has always been tough.
I stared at this screen for 13 minutes before I hit a single key.
But I’ve done more writing in the last few days than I have in a long time.
I made some rules when it comes to these little daily missives, that I will try my darnedest to follow.
1. I can’t spend more than an hour on any post.
2. I can’t let anybody proof read
3. I am required to post something
I will add to this list as I go along.
It’s not like we don’t have a choice. We definitely have a choice and our choices are important while they are ahead of us, but when they are made, the other possibilities exist only in your imagination. Even if they did exist, in some alternate universe, we will never experience them. And we can’t go back and make the “other choice”.
Giving up the idea of an “other me” is hard because it makes so much sense in my head.
Second guessing my decisions seems like an moral obligation, for the safety of the general public and myself, but it’s incredibly unrealistic. Once a decision is made, the other option ceases to exist in it’s original form. You can figuratively go back to that fork in the road where you chose path A over B, but B is now slightly different. It’s not the same B. It’s B plus a little A.
My inner cynic says, “Sounds like some B, and a lot of S!”
If you are driving at night, you can only see as far as the headlights, but you still drive. And if you miss an exit, you have to go to the next exit and get back on the highway going the other direction for a while before you can make that exit. It may seem like the scenic route, or a mistake, or a waste of time, but it’s just life.
My inner cynic says, “This blogpost is a mistake.”
It’s actually just the take I chose.
Now it’s time to shovel some snow.
