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“While we are free to choose our actions, we are not free to choose the consequences of our actions,” by Stephen Covey.

I feel like I am in a vortex. I know I have choices to make. BIG life changing choices. When you become disabled and lose your job and insurance and ability to function as you previously have in the world — choices have to be made. I have been able to put off most of those choices for more than a year BUT time is up.

A few years ago, I made the total commitment to follow my spiritual path where ever it led me. When I seek spiritual guidance I get: My function is given to me by God. Follow my heart and what makes me happy and all will be well. When I look at things I do and have done that make me happy: writing and blogging and walking in nature and taking photos and “speaking” to others of their spiritual beliefs.

The vortex comes in when I think about writing and blogging — I feel drawn to — in my opinion — too many paths. From what I’ve written, I could pursue: children’s picture books, fantasy, dark fiction, memoirs including my experiences with MCS or being disabled or being bullied as an adult or environmental activism or spiritual awakening. This vortex sucked me in when I thought of adding a new series to my blog, but the new series became like 5 new series. And then I thought maybe I should start an entirely new blog. Or maybe I should blog a book. I thought it would be fun to post a photo from the same location at my house every day for a year. And then I thought about a year from now if I don’t figure out how to make an income I won’t be in this house so why start something I can’t finish…. Should I stop blogging all together and work on editing one of my books and make some money?

When I’m stuck I meditate and when I’m still stuck I ask my cats for advice. They told me I had choices:

Put my head together with someone else.


Kiss someone’s butt to get ahead.


Ignore the situation.


Keep looking forward to what might be.


Run away.


Be daring and leap outside of the box that contains me.


Put my nose to the grindstone and get to work on something — anything.


Stop worrying. Speak my mind. Damn the consequences.


Today’s Intention: Damned if I know?!

Maybe all you fine folks can help me by telling me how to seek guidance — wisdom — solace — peace. I know as long as I let my life be in turmoil, I won’t be able to hear the whispers of my heart. When you have too many choices and one choice does not seem to stand out from the rest what do you do? Each friend I’ve asked has a different opinion what I should write about. What do you think?