i spied him through the drive-thru window… dark-rimmed glasses sat heavy on the bridge of his nose, bleached tips at the ends of his short, dark, spiked hair and big holes in his earlobes, filled with black plugs. he was maybe all of twenty years old. maybe.
he smiled as he took my cash, and handed over my iced coffee. we exchanged pleasantries, and as i began to pull away, he rested his hand on his countertop, made direct eye contact with me and said,
make good choices today!
his words sat with me all day. it’s what we always told our children when they were little, make good choices. it gave them power over their day. my husband especially, would say, you ARE going to have a day. this day is happening. you can [pout/be angry/be sad/be sick/etc], or you can make it a good day, but this day is still going to happen. make good choices.
and i wondered as i made my way through my day, sipping my iced coffee, how i forgot that, the most simplest of instructions, the most basic building block of a good day. focus on the little choices. understand that there ARE choices-that i am never trapped. as an adult, i know that there might not be a great choice, but one choice will always be better than the other and there is always, always a choice, even if the choice is simply my disposition in the face of chaos.