Had to make an unexpected decision this weekend. I hate decisions, particularly unexpected ones. I know I need to make them for work, major life choices, dealing with family, etc. Somehow they are always hard for me. Something ingrained inside me is fearful of making the wrong choice. I frequently experience regret after I make them, second guessing. I have an impressive, but dubious and often times incredibly unhelpful ability to convince myself that the other choice would have yielded better results. Sort of a multi-dimensional FOMO.
After spinning on it for hours and not getting anywhere, I decided, since it was a beautiful day, to put my thoughts aside for a while and take my dog to the park. Getting outside, experiencing the fullness and the beauty of nature, being present in the moment and focusing on the external world often helps me when faced with these sort of mental crossroad moments.
After being on the trail no longer than five minutes, a second unexpected thing happened. I was overwhelmed with a calming sense of peace and a crisp soothing moment of clarity. The answer came to me. It's not the easiest path, or the shortest, but it's the one that honors both kindness and truth.
The red tailed hawk in free flight soaring past as I rounded the next turn of the trail?
A beautiful extra bonus.
Fresh air always helps.
