But I know what I like. (I know I like dancing with you.)

I've been thinking about choices.

I’ve always firmly believed that it’s essential to make choices in order to progress in life; the end result of trying to "have it all" (and thereby choosing nothing) is inevitably ending up with nothing. And yet, I sometimes fail to apply this knowledge to my own life. The marathon, for instance. The state of my training has been a near-constant source of grief lately. Couple that with things like wanting to spend time with youknowwho and feeling guilty when that conflicts with training, or wanting to spend more time doing pottery and feeling guilty when that conflicts with training, or wanting to spend more time with my friends and feeling guilty when that conflicts with training...and well, it ain’t pretty.

But what if I let it become a matter of personal choice?

As far as my training is concerned, the guilt and grief come from the fact that I had a specific goal (basically to run this marathon faster than the last one), and that as of right now that goal in unattainable. One thing about me: I hate not meeting my goals.

But what if I just accept and embrace the fact that, rather than pull myself out of my bed on a morning when youknowwho is in it and hit the pavement, I’d prefer to just lie with him, our arms around each other, reveling in that moment of closeness. Enjoying what we have and the fact that we have it because we choose it. Which is a choice I can (and do) truly feel good about. If this marathon is fated to be a slower one, then so be it. I wasn’t in this relationship last time around—and it’s a considerable factor this time around. And I'm glad that it is. So make the choice, P/O. And be happy with it.

Well look at that: I guess I’ve made my choice. And I’m happy with it.