There’s a radical and bound up artist waiting to come out of me. She’s waiting until her sister, Critical Mind, decides on the “right” path. Critical Mind is waiting, waiting, never choosing any path because none seem just right… Yet.
And after all this waiting Radical and Bound up Artist is raising her little head and daring to differ. “Wait!” She thinks (for, alas, waiting is all she knows how to do). “Waiting is choosing too… it’s choosing not to choose… Yet.”
All of a sudden Radical and Bound up Artist is done waiting for her sister to choose for her. “I am going to choose,” she announces with pride, “because choosing is more fun than waiting!”
Critical Mind rudely butts in, “But what if you get stuck doing something you don’t love?”
“Easy,” responds the artist, “I’ll choose again. Choosing is fun. Choosing is an art, and like any art it takes practice. How will I ever get practice in decision-making if all I ever do is wait for the right thing to come along? I don’t even think there is a “right” choice, but if there were, waiting certainly wouldn’t be it! My life path is made out of the choices I make, and that’s why it’s fun to be on a path. Any old path.”
The End
(the previous post “I define what I do” explains the bigger picture of how this story came out of me)
And after all this waiting Radical and Bound up Artist is raising her little head and daring to differ. “Wait!” She thinks (for, alas, waiting is all she knows how to do). “Waiting is choosing too… it’s choosing not to choose… Yet.”
All of a sudden Radical and Bound up Artist is done waiting for her sister to choose for her. “I am going to choose,” she announces with pride, “because choosing is more fun than waiting!”
Critical Mind rudely butts in, “But what if you get stuck doing something you don’t love?”
“Easy,” responds the artist, “I’ll choose again. Choosing is fun. Choosing is an art, and like any art it takes practice. How will I ever get practice in decision-making if all I ever do is wait for the right thing to come along? I don’t even think there is a “right” choice, but if there were, waiting certainly wouldn’t be it! My life path is made out of the choices I make, and that’s why it’s fun to be on a path. Any old path.”
The End
(the previous post “I define what I do” explains the bigger picture of how this story came out of me)
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