I wonder if I made the right choice.
If I should have fought harder. Pushed back. Stood my ground and said no, I, we are doing this.
But I did what I thought was right, whether easy or hard, it was the right thing to do, in my mind.
But if it was hard then, and hard now, was it still the right decision? I don't know. Some things are just hard, right as they may be.
Decisions made with an open, loving heart tend to work out the best I've found. Those decisions that feel right, without thought or logic or reason - they just feel right, they line the path I should be on.
Trying to find patience, and float along with the universe, at the pace the universe has deemed appropriate -it's hard.
So many questions. If I did the right thing with Larry. With moving here. With EPFH. My heart still says yes, they were the right choice, hard though they may be. It's just hard to hurt for so long, and continue to believe it's right.
An eternal optimist, I know things will get better. I will keep making choices until it does. Maybe I will learn to be patient along the way.
