I believe “chance” is a noun. Not a verb.
Chance happens to us; choice is how we counteract it.
I tried all week to think about chance. To chance things. And I just kept coming back to choice. To the power I have to make a decision. To choose.
My boyfriend and I had some serious conversations this week. And I found myself terrified as we started making plans.
It’s not that I fear commitment. It’s that I fear being without it. (And not it as in a boyfriend or a relationship, but the thing we have built.)
As I’ve mentioned before, our story has been in the making for over a year. For years actually, if you think about the co-worker who introduced me to the guy who would be significant in my life for a number of years whose boss introduced me to the man I would later fall in love and start to build a life with.
So now, as we begin to build, it’s scary as hell to think about The Tower (tarot reference; Google it).
About how it can break what you build.
But then there is choice.
The choice to stop building and let chance run its course, or the choice to keep building and keep choosing. To admit you’re scared as Hell. To accept that things sometimes crack and crumble and break and burn. To choose the chance of that happening over the belief that it will.
Because some things are worth choosing.
Again and again.
No fancy add-ons this week; I’m tired. (I’ll probably update tomorrow.)
This week we CURL…
Steph’s CHANCE mantra: “Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for; it is a thing to be achieved.” William Jennings Bryan
Steph’s Song of the Week: Shake It Out by Florence + The Machine
& Don’t miss Lin’s post on #VOWchance.