ripe

“It’s neither right or wrong, think of it as ripe or unripe”, my lovely coach, Natalie, said to me on the phone the other day.

Sometimes, when I have a decision to make, I worry about making the wrong one. Aside from obviously terrible decisions like choosing to swim during a storm with massive lightning, watching an episode of The Real Housewives of New Jersey, or challenging my son to a game of…anything, the majority of the decisions we make aren’t dire or set in stone.

When we worry endlessly about making the wrong choice, we’re operating from a place of fear as opposed to hope, possibility, love. And while fear serves a purpose helping us to assess associated risks, fortunately, and thankfully, most of what keeps us worrying doesn’t happen.

In the off chance that it does, it’s nice to remind ourselves that we’re capable of adjusting our sails and staying the course because we’re strong, resilient beings. And the best part is? We have each other to count on.

When we think of a choice as being ripe or not, it feels less heavy.

And while I don’t think of myself as being the most patient gal on the planet, I’m working on it. I’m trying to relax and trust the natural ebb and flow of divine timing. I’m listening to my intuition and having faith in something bigger.

Now as Tropical Storm Debby does Tampa, what should I watch? An episode or 10 of some Housewives, The Olympics, or a rom com featuring a well-dressed coastal grandmother? Decisions, decisions, decisions.