I have to go to work. I have to clean up my plate. I have to make good choices.
For many years, I thought this was how I was supposed to show up in the world. I didn’t know it was a choice.
When I discovered it was a choice, it changed my perspective from an obligation to a blessing.
I get to choose to eat healthily. I get to choose to love what I do. I get to choose to make good choices.
When I choose how I will live my life, life feels like an adventure, not a prison.