…with the key thrown away — my choice, that is. I use to think if I made a choice I had to live with it — that there was no turning back. That if I changed my mind it meant I was inferior. That if I selected one thing, that that was that and that was the end of of it. Which often meant it was the end of me. At least until I learned, shall I say, that I could restart. Make a new choice. And if that didn’t fit well, make another choice. And another if need be. Of course changing my mind rarely happens but how freeing to know I have not sealed my life off in stone.
inSpirations and inSights on my pebbled garden path…
wRighTing My Life 
It is our god given right to change our minds. We, are in control of us!
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