It renewed my awareness that I, and perhaps most other humans, do not like the concept of "Or" very much.
We prefer And.
We have a hard time making a final pronouncement because we know it will mean turning away from all other options.
In this case, it was a simple matter of when I would fly to which Southeast Asian city. That was all. But still I struggled, drafted plans, scribbled them out, started over, repeated until the dusty corner of my brain that once knew a few things about programming screamed that I should JUST BREAK THE INFINITE LOOP ALREADY.
The difficulty came from accepting that if I chose this flight, I would be in Singapore and not Australia on that day. If I chose that flight, I would be in Thailand but not Singapore or Australia. Then I saw the silliness of it all because if I wanted to concern myself with all the places I wasn't going to be at any given time, well, why stop at three? It would take me a while to think my way through a whole globe's worth of cities and countries and those little hidden corners one can only discover through getting lost.
|Taken during my first week living in the granted wish|
So the choices have been made, and I hope I will have learnt my lesson: a little deliberation is prudent, but often I just have to push myself off balance and see to which side of the wall I fall. Surely I know by now that whichever way I go, I will never be separated from all that's good in my life.
Maybe falling isn't the best analogy for someone as accident prone as me to use, but it seems appropriate to the context and picture.
Resolution of the moment: Think less. Fall more. But not literally, for a change.