What we choose takes us somewhere
I have a friend whom I dearly love and yet hate to call on the phone. Most of us will begin a phone conversation with “So, how are you?” With this friend, that is the wrong question to ask. She will, predictably, recount how unhappy she is and go on about what bad choices she has made in her life. It tears my heart out to have this conversation because her past choices seem to prevent her from being present to her life today; instead, she still views herself as who she was in past, still held hostage by her foolish choices.
Bridges: We have all seen them. They take us from one side to the other, from where we are to where we will be. They are the physical incarnation of the moment in between before and after. Throughout our lives we choose and cross bridges, winding up on…
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