These days I find myself repeatedly looking at my life with almost disbelief. In an incredibly short period of time, my life has changed in ways that I have struggled to make happen for years, to no avail. I began asking myself why I was unsuccessful all those times before and I came to one conclusion: I never decided to make the changes stick.
It’s a funny thing – we can be introduced to the best program for weight loss success, or a life-changing business opportunity, or find an open door to make our dreams come true – but until we decide that we want change, nothing happens. Everything remains the same.
I’ve tried losing weight because for external reasons – to be skinny like this person, or to fit some unreachable, unrealistic beauty standard, or simply because “everyone says you should do it”. In truth, even my doctors telling me I needed to lose the weight wasn’t enough for me to keep up my efforts after the first five pounds.
I would get tired of the effort it took to keep making the necessary, daily choices to reach my goal – and this lack of conviction was manifesting in other areas of my life as well.
I wanted to write, but couldn’t keep up after a week or two, I’d get three chapters of a book out, but struggled to start chapter 4. I had even set up an entire website to start offering resume writing services, and just couldn’t hit publish, and when I finally published it, I wouldn’t share it, and eventually I just took it down.
I had great ideas but I was yet to decide that I actually wanted to put in the work to make them real.
So I asked myself: What is different this time around?
I realized that I had one choice to make –
1. Decide that I was happy with my life – my weight, my health, my work – just the way it was (which would have been a lie).
2. Open myself to embracing a new way of life in order to change what made me unhappy.
I’m not saying that every unpleasant aspect of our lives can be altered by our individual choices. However, in my own life, I realized that most times, when I am unhappy, I have not exhausted all of my avenues to making it better. Instead, I’m sitting and sulking.
I refused to choose. I refused to choose action over inaction, trying over fear of failure, faith over doubt, peace over my right to be right, love over indifference.
And my choice to not choose left me feeling hopeless.
I’m grateful for the God-ordained conversation, kind words from an old friend that encouraged me to get serious about my life, and make changes.
All it took was one choice. And I’m pretty sure I made the right one this time!