Decisions and choices give momentum and then we are rolling. From there, energy can move and things can land. The choice is ours. We can't do anything wrong, and we can always make new choices. Things are rarely so serious and final as they seem.
Each moment, life places us on the crest of a powerful wave -- we can either deny our capacity to choose, or we can wholeheartedly embrace it. Blue pill or red pill, decay or evolution, these opposing forces are at endless play.
Sometimes you have to make a mess of things to find the joy and fulfillment you desire and deserve. And let me tell you, sometimes it's actually easier to take a sledgehammer to all that you've built up rather than waiting for it to painfully unravel over time.
It's important to not second guess the choices we make once we're submerged in different circumstances. Situations change, and we forget the tiny details that solidified our ultimate resolutions.
The -cide in "decide", after all, is the same -cide you'll find in words like homicide, suicide ... A decision is, when you think about it, the death of a choice.
Feet, forks, and fingers are, indeed, the master levers of medical destiny. This is unlikely to change, no matter what secrets our genomes ultimately reveal.
Living the life we want to live means that in those moments of apparent failure, loss, and setback, we see in even more detail the beauty and possibility of those things that are within our means to influence and enhance.
So many stories I read this week were about mothers sacrificing for their daughters. I believe you can also create stories that your children will love telling of how you stepped into your full potential.