Making choices is something that I have been looking at over the last few months, sometimes without even realising myself doing so. It is something that appears in most of our daily lives. More often than not making a choice that suits us or another better, and sometimes, not always, coming with consequences or regret. That aside, I am coming to realise that making a choice, does not always have to be thought through, that sometimes we just have to go with what feels right, at that particular time.
Of course, there are many topics and wanders if you like, within ‘making choices’. For me, I am currently wandering the choices I make involving my health. Making choices or in my case more like compromises between my physical and mental health. Choices that unfortunately come with consequences.
In context, this weekend, I needed to be outside, the sun was shinning, images of snowdrops were beginning to fill my social media and as always Archies eyes told me he needed adventure.
Friday morning, saw my first glimpse of blue sky, with that I made a choice to go walking, putting my todo list aside and embracing the choice without second thought. My mother and I went for a beautiful walk, Archie ran through woodlands (his favourite), we listened to the birds, walked through muddy puddles and I saw the first signs of Spring.
I felt mindful, refreshed and grateful. These feelings stayed with me and Saturday we were blessed with another day of blue sky, which of course, made me want increase these feelings, and explore a little more and so I did. A choice that came with a little more thought, as I weighed up the benefits over the consequences, choosing to better my mental health over the chances of physical pain.
Overthinking aside, my mother and I decided to walk a little higher and see the sun set, we walked and like I wanted, my feelings increased. Both mindfulness and gratitude at their peaks, leaving me feeling truly fulfilled and content.
Whilst walking down, my knee twinged, followed by other parts of my body, the sharp reminder of those consequences appeared. The feelings of presence and gratitude, overruled this moment of regret and I mentally made a belated compromise to walk the mountain, I will have a few days in pain.
This is were I am, the few days (I wishfully say to myself) in pain, I accept it. I accept that I will probably always have to make these choices and compromises, or at least for now. This is okay because although I do not get to do all I love, all of the time, I still get to do it.
I guess this is much like other health choices I have to make, to eat gluten, I would be in pain, therefore I do not eat gluten, the gluten is not worth the pain but the mountain, that most definitely is.
I do not really know where I was going with this impromptu post but I felt the need to share this I guess lesson in choices? Or perhaps just another rambling thought.
Wishing you well,