There's a lot of decisions to make in life. Where you want to live, who you're going to love [though that's more heart than head], what you're going to do - for a job, for fun, for the rest of the time you have left. Not everybody has a lot of alternatives when it comes to those choices. The options are restricted by where they are, where they come from, what gifts they possess.
Change is scary. The familiar is comforting, the warm blanket of what we know and love, what we enjoy and what makes us happy. Giving that up in the hope of finding something else just as good - or even better - is scary too. But sometimes you have to surrender what you have in search of that hope, that something else. Other times, you choose not to change. Not to give something up, not to surrender.
When change is forced upon us, that's tough too. You didn't have to make a choice, the choice was made for you by circumstance or someone else. Those can be the worst - the loss of a loved one, or a job, or the end of something you loved. You have to grieve. But you have to accept change, learn to cope with that loss. Otherwise, it'll take the feet out from under you. So I guess life is about coping.
If you're wondering why all the musings? Guess I'm still grieving for the show that's just ended, and I'm short on sleep and I'm struggling a little. Right now it's a dull ache. I know that'll pass, but getting through to the other side is a slow process. So I think I'm going back to bed and getting some sleep. Anybody feels like sharing some good news in the comments, it'd be welcome. Later for y'all.