Chris and I tried a new place for breakfast on Sunday. The food was good, but not as good as our usual place and it was a bit more pricey. And...AND...it gave me food poisoning. Horrible, horrible, food poisoning. There were chills, fever, stomach cramps, aches and pains and lots of whining and whimpering. It was pathetic. It was during one of those "oh my God, I'm so hot, my skin is going to split open" moments when Chris came in to rub my feet and solemnly tell me about Bin Laden. I think I asked him about the how's and what's of it all, but that's about it. And I know there's already been so much said and what I have to say is a tiny drip in the bucket. I really don't have much to say on the matter other then how my feelings on it are very similar to my food poisoning symptoms.
The thing is actions begat actions begat actions and so on. Dwelling on the could have should have would haves gets us no where. I choose now. I choose love. I choose forgiveness. I choose no fear.
And I choose from here on out to always get the Hollandaise sauce on the side.