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Decisions, Decisions

March 30, 2017

We make small decisions everyday in our lives about what we wear, eat and who we talk to that we don't think make a big deal. Have we ever stopped to think about how the small decisions shape us to make the bigger life choices?

Maybe it doesn't seem like much but we slowly change as we get older and it shapes our decisions and someday we are who we are. We can't expect that to change in the people around us that we love. I was raised that you can't change a person and that's very true.

It's a fault I have to trust people and that they will change who they are and see they best in them because I did that with Jagger and all it did was cause hurt. I trusted him to change who he was to "get better" and find himself in the Lord but now I am seeing that he isn't. All I see is the same old patterns repeating themselves with me and Lilja.

Why is it that when we try to see the best in people it clouds how we make decisions? It seems like when our emotional well-being gets involved all of our judgement goes out the window. (I haven't found a way to correct it.)

Sometimes when all someone does it cause you pain the only thing you can do is let them go and cut them out. Yes it will be hard and yes it'll hurt like hades at first but after a while the pain will subside and life goes on.

Who are you letting shape the decisions and pain in your life?

xoxo,
Em


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