Gut instincts dictate my every path.
“Our tradition helps to internalize our values. When values are clear, decisions are easy.”
With my daughter set to go to college in the next few weeks, I reminisced about my journey into higher education. I was so young and ready to take on the world with my hopes and dreams. I took many classes to get exposed to things I never knew about and met a ton of people from all over the world. I started off with a certain major in mind and then changed it over the course of the four years that I was there. I had no qualms about making the decisions that I felt did made me happy…and to this day I have not regretted it. After graduating, I took that vibrant enthusiasm and dove head first into what I can now call my life. Granted there were some bumps along the way and I made decisions that seemed quite drastic but, in the end, it was what was in my best interest. However, there was a period where I played it safe and made choices that I did not care for. Looking back on it now, would I still make the same choices…absolutely not. I’ve come to learn recently that life is really too short and I need to make the choices that will make me the happiest. It might not be the most logical one in other people’s eyes but who give a rip. This is my life and the smart move is to choose what I will like. We have one life, so why not make it an enjoyable one. The whole point of this is to stress that if you have a decision to make with your life, always listen to your gut and choose what will make you happy. That will always be the absolute best move to make.
When life throws you a curve, what do you do? We are faced with making many decisions on a daily basis, some minor, others life-changing ones. How do you decide which course of action to take? Do you rush into it with emotions running high? Do you take a step back and think things through?
Lately, I’ve been pondering the decisions that I’ve made within the past several months. Were they good ones…well it’s hard to say. From my perspective, it might’ve been the wrong ones. I think the past several decisions were based purely on emotions and in hindsight I should’ve taken a breather before jumping headlong into a predicament that exacerbated what was already a stressful situation.
As always, I live and learn. My comfort is in the fact that I have the power to do something about it and that it’s not something that’ll last forever. No matter how bad the situation I’m in, I’ll find a way to resolve it. I just need to look for the little signs that God has placed for me to find. Once I can identify them and learn from it then it’ll be when I can move on. Life is way too short to just give up and be content with where you are.
Granted I’ve made mistakes that led me to where I am today, but I have faith that this is the path that God designed for me. I am eternally hopeful that this will ultimately lead me to where I was truly meant to be. As long as I keep the faith, stay positive and persevere, I’ll be just fine.
Seven year old Sam would sit in front of a mirror all day and stare at his face.
“What should I have, a beard, a mustache, or a goatee?” wondered Sam.
The reason he asked himself that question was because he had three uncles who he thought were interesting.
His first uncle, Uncle James, had a white beard, not as long as Santa’s, but just as noticeable. Uncle James had a tendency to stroke his beard. His second uncle, Uncle Bill, had a nice black mustache that curled at the ends. Uncle Bill had a tendency to twirl his mustache whenever he could. And his third uncle, Uncle Matt, had a brown goatee that hung from his chin and flapped everytime the wind blew. Uncle Matt would rub his goatee with his fingers from top to bottom.
“Maybe I should have a white beard like Uncle James, yeah that’s what I should have” said Sam.
He looked high and low all over his house to make a white beard. Sam found the answer in his refrigerator…a can of whipped cream. Sam squirted out a handful of whipped cream and rubbed it on his face. He shaped it like Uncle James’ beard and went to see himself in the mirror.
“Just like Uncle James” said Sam. With that, he stroked his beard and proudly walked around the house.
“What are you doing? What is that on your face!?” asked his mother.
“I put whipped cream on my face to make a beard like Uncle James” answered Sam.
“You eat whipped cream, not put it on your face. Wash your face” said his mother.
Feeling disappointed, Sam went to wash his face. Sam sat back in front of the mirror and stared at his face again.
“Maybe I should have a black mustache like Uncle Bill” said Sam. And with that he found a black pen and scribbled a dark mustache on his face.
He looked at his mustache, “This is much better than the whipped cream.” Sam pretended to twirl his mustache and proudly walked out of his room. He headed out the door when… “Sam, what did you do to your face?” shouted his mother.
“I used a pen and made myself a mustache like Uncle Bill” replied Sam, “isn’t it neat?”
“Young man, you use a pen to write things with, not draw on your face. You go wash your face right now” shouted his mother.
“But mom, I want a mustache” replied Sam.
“You need to have hair to have a mustache, now go wash your face” exclaimed his mother.
Feeling disappointed again, Sam went to wash his face. Sam sat back in front of the mirror again and stared real hard at his face.
“Maybe I should have a brown goatee like Uncle Matt” said Sam, “but this time I should use some hair.” Sam thought about cutting some of his to make his goatee but it wasn’t brown. He thought real hard and finally thought of an answer…his dog Oscar was brown.
“That’s it!” shouted an eager Sam, “That’s what I’ll use, Oscar’s fur.”
With a scissor in hand, Sam found Oscar. Oscar had a nice and silky brown fur that was soft to the touch. Sam grinned with delight and cut a handful of Oscar’s fur. He placed the brown fur on some sticky tape and fashioned it into a goatee. He then put the sticky tape on his chin and rubbed his goatee from top to bottom.
Sam looked at himself in the mirror and cracked a big smile when all of a sudden… “Sam get over here right now!” screamed his mother.
Sam dashed out of his room and went to his mother. His mother was sitting next to Oscar, who had a big bald spot in the middle of his back. She did not look happy.
“Young man, did you do this to Oscar? And now what is that on your face?” said his mother.
“I used Oscar’s hair to make a goatee like Uncle Matt” said Sam.
“Sam, to have a beard, mustache, or goatee, you need to grow hair” said his mother.
“So when am I going to grow some hair?” asked Sam.
“Not for awhile I’m afraid, but in the meantime I stopped by the costume shoppe and picked up these things for you” said his mother.
She presented Sam with a white clip-on beard, a black press-on mustache, and a brown press-on goatee. “Gee thanks mom!” said a delightful Sam. And with that, he scooped them up and ran to his room.
Sam laid down the white beard, the black mustache, and the brown goatee.
He looked at the mirror and stared at himself. “What should I have…a beard, a mustache, or a goatee?” wondered Sam.