Diminishing choices:

I wanted to be a fighter pilot.  Or a yachtsman, engineer, architect, the list goes on.  What happened?  Time happened.

As the years added up my options subtracted.  I’m now too old to be those other people.  I’m stuck with me as is.

What happened?  Choices happened.  Maybe I did not choose the circumstances of my birth, but I can now see how my choices carried me from there to here.

I now know that this freedom to choose has boundaries.  Life gives us nudges and hints about what to choose.  The more you resist being authentic, being real, the harder the nudges, the broader the hints and the fewer the options.

For many of us these have taken the form of job-loss and financial problems.

Today I’m left with another choice.  To mope about who I might have been or to be who I am now.  And, of course, to take the blame or the credit.

I’m James McIntosh at nonsenseatwork dot com

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