Sometimes life just seems a little too warped. It’s like going to the fair and walking through the glass house. Did you ever do that? You can look skinny or quite heavy, short or very tall. It’s a fun way to waste some time.

In reality though, I am always being forced to follow the directions. Well, I guess you could say I am not forced but then again if I don’t; I could end up in the hospital or evicted, or in jail.

We follow many directions don’t we? We thought when we turned eighteen those days of rules and listening to others was over; but far from it.

I have to watch my salt intake. I know every carb in most foods. I know how much sugars I can afford to have without hurting myself and what foods not to eat. I know the directions on taking my pills.

I am following the rules of paying bills on the date required.  I am not told when to go to bed but I know what I will be like in the personality department if I don’t get enough hours for me.

I still can’t eat ice-cream when I want. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Wait a darn minute! What about the “I can’s.” Now there’s a different way to look at life. I have the freedom to choose to follow the directions, keep my body as safe as possible.

I have the choice of believing in dreams, goals, God, my children. I have the choice to fall in love with whom I want. I can choose to get up in the mornings and be thankful I am alive or lay down and give up.

Whoa! This sounds much better. It’s a nicer picture mentally, don’t you think? What about you? Do you realize how many choices you are allowed to make each day?