Choosing

Bush Babe started me thinking on it. She suggested I 'choose wisely'.

I realized that I have always been waiting to be chosen, sort of like the klutz in gym class, waiting, hopefully hopeless. I've spent my life waiting to be chosen.

When I was chosen, I always took it, straightaway. There were always kids, or responsibilities, it was always a necessity.

It was Tim that pointed out that a great many of those responsibilities are taken care of now, and then we are financially in better shape than we have ever been in our lives. He wanted me to quit weeks ago. I was determined to make it work. My sister stopped by and lectured me as well. Listening to the two of them, last night, I realized that they were saying the truth.

This is my chance to choose.

I will choose wisely, BB. I won't rush willy nilly into the first thing that chooses me. I will choose wisely. Tomorrow, I'm going to the unemployment agency. There's a job I want to apply for. It would be a good hours drive to work and then back home again. It is an OTA job. The real deal, working with veterans.

I am a veteran. I am an OTA. I think that it might be a good fit for me. But I'll have plenty of time to think before I make my choice.

It's kind of a private astonishment to me, and I marvel that I am able to make a choice.

And I am grateful that life has come around to this.