“The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.”

I don’t think that statement is a full portrayal of how it really works.  Sure we choose to open and close doors (metaphorically speaking of course) every single day.  But what about the doors that are opened and closed by others around us of which we have zero control?  I think that sometimes decisions get made for us.  Fair or not fair isn’t the question.  After all, life is not fair.  It then comes down to how we choose to react.

I will admit that I am not always the best at choosing the wisest path of reaction.  My ability to throw a complete and total two-year old tantrum still amazes me.  As horrible as it sounds and as horrible as it really is, one of my weaknesses is immediately throwing my fists up at heaven in an utter rage.  Good thing there is repentance.

My newest form of coming to grips with different situations is to stubbornly put my nose in the air and go do something that scares me.  I’ve been struggling with something for a little over a week now and so Saturday I went to the bike shop and had them change the peddles of my road bike to clip-ins.  I bought new shoes for the new peddles.  Bring on the road rash!

Honestly I think that it is just doing something that I do have control of that makes me feel a little better.  It is being able to make the choice and nobody being able to say no or that I can’t have what I want.  My sense of loss doesn’t seem so daunting.  It is a bandage for a gaping hole.  I am quickly heading into a problem though . . . I am running out of things to do that scare me.