Choices

We all make them. Some are made for us. Some are exasperated by our surroundings.

Without realizing it, I, apparently, chose not to blog for four months. It wasn't intentional, just made an entry on September 6th and then never wrote again.

Thought about it. Even wrote several master pieces, all tucked away in the vast grey matter, known as my brain. Once again, I chose not to pontificate so it would be remembered. Ah, well.
Choices. Someone once told me that at any given point in time, we are all exactly were we chose to be. We could chose to be elsewhere, and we would be. But, what happens if I chose to be someone else? What if I am tired of being me? I am not, not really. I am just tired of making the choices that make me be so silly.

I mean, after all, I celebrating this year as a true 49er. I am supposed to be a grown up. Why can't I act like one? I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. What could be better?

However, I have chosen not to get back on either the proverbial or actual horse. I have chosen not to do this and have chosen to do that instead. Why is the easiest choice usually the wrong one. Water always gets to travel the road of least resistance, why can't I?

Oh My. I might succeed. And heaven and hell should forbid that from happening.

Trust me.