Beloved, you have your choice as to what you make for breakfast this morning. Make oatmeal if you like. Make a frittata. This is your option to decide. Ultimately, you are responsible. If you are out of eggs, who is to pick up another dozen?
Such is life in the world.
If you want to crochet a sweater, crochet a sweater. If you want to fuss and fume, this is also your choice. If you want to let go of what you hold to yourself, this is up to you. If you hit the ceiling, whose choice is this?
Yes, Beloved, I understand that there are times you feel that life has cornered you, and you are up the creek.
By and large, you choose what comes. You may refuse responsibility, or you may get over aggravating about what turns out to be a mistake.
You have the…
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