Life is a string of choices. Dude I wish it wasn’t so. That they could be disjointed from the choice before, but nope, and it’s tantalizing (new fav word this week) that there’s one, really mostly nearly always one correct branch of every decision tree. Sometimes the rational answer isn’t the best one, or right one. Others times, it is very much the rational one. I feel an obligation and I should, to use what intellectual tools I have to find the best answers... but what if you make a decision and it makes not only rational sense but perfect wisdom, and others believe you didn’t make the right one? I need a trophy, y’all. For the first time in my life, I don’t care to take in others’ say. And I shouldn’t have ever cared. I have spent so many years wasted to opinions of people with .00007 percent of info about my life, frighting me into subjection of their “insights.” I forgive those who raised me as a robot, people pleasing perfect child - lending me then to those who held me captive by abuses of that usefulness I was invented to be, but forging forward forgiving myself for lost time and allowing decisions influenced by others, is more harsh. But I will learn to forgive myself, and see who Love sees me to be - clear, redemptive, soul fire. Right now, today, who is, what is, inflicting power over you? I promise you the future you deserves your freedom TODAY. Know why you believe what you do outside of any present influences, or past diction. Peel back the layers, get down to the bones of what makes you, you. Start again. Start from scratch. Be naked. Raw. It won’t feel good at first, even “wrong,” and every step forward seems to throw two steps back, as habitual fears and habits will want to choke out the growth, but getting to the place of who YOU are through grace before the claws of fears dug in, is true living.