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13 years ago 0 +0 / -0 4027

Hi Dansen,

Those worries subside with a lot of work and patience with yourself.

Hi Vincenza,

When I see who's doing the choosing, there's a struggle with disappointment with myself, but at least I can start to disarm the "excuse" mechanism.

What's hard is dealing with the raw reality of life, and breaking the habits of "others" who were used to your "old" self, and expectations. I need more patience there too

13 years ago 0 +0 / -0 4

Somewhat unrelated-- but that title highlights one of my fears. If I think I've left a door/window open, or a light on, or electronics plugged in, I basically worry my house will somehow be destroyed (like a fire or robbery). >.>;

Anyway... Choices are SO vital. I had to make the difficult decision of transition. I'm a transsexual and changing my sex did not rest well with ANYONE. I had to really know this was what I wanted because I wasn't getting encouragement from anyone. Standing up for those kinds of choices can be the difference between happiness and suffering. You have to remember that your needs come first. If you can't help yourself, you'll be too down to help others.

13 years ago 0 +0 / -0 1853

Goodmorning Hugs!

Great question to ponder over coffee this morning

Can you share what the ability to choose means to you?

Vincenza, Health Educator

13 years ago 0 +0 / -0 4027

There was a song in the '80's by Robert Palmer, called "Addicted to Love", which had lyrics continuing the subject title above with "...your will is not your own".

Our will is a traditional way of describing our ability to choose, and it has come to mean so much more to me. I think it is the difference now, between being healthier or successful,and not being so.

Does anyone share my opinion or experience

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