For nearly as long as I can remember, I’ve been indecisive. It’s hard for me to choose.
When my dad was teaching me to ride a bike and I fell off, he told me to get back on. Through tears I told him, “I want to, but I don’t want to.”
It’s been my sort-of mantra ever since, and more often than not, I’m happy to let others choose the restaurants we eat in, the movies we see, and where we sit in the theater. When I say, “I’m flexible,” it usually means “I can’t decide; you choose.”
And yet, I’ve been faced with some excruciatingly difficult and painful choices over the years – things only I could decide. Each of these decisions has made me infinitely stronger and more determined to steer my life in the direction I want it to go.
In 5778, may we all make wise and timely choices – whether the consequences are trivial or significant – and may our choices enrich and strengthen us immeasurably.
Inspired by Ima on (and off) the Bima , this #BlogElul post is one in a series marking the days of the Hebrew month of Elul, which precede the Jewish High Holidays and traditionally serve as a time of reflection and spiritual preparation for the new year.
