“I am choosing.”

I always tell myself that, especially these days. Feeling trapped is really a bad way to go. There is always a choice, and if you’re fortunate enough, it’s between two good choices. I’ve been learning, since I was a teenager, that choices lead to future choices, and it’s always better to look at least two choices ahead because I wouldn’t want to be led somewhere where I would have to eventually have to choose between two paths I don’t like.

These days I am choosing to always protect, always trust, always hope, always persevere.

I am choosing to stay.