Pick A Door. Any Door.

"... and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place..."
Dr. Seuss Oh, The Places You'll Go

When we were in school they told us "you can do anything you want." But, they left out you can't do everything. That 'anything' happens to be singular - and to pick one path means not picking the others. And, that might mean picking wrong. So I've been standing here, for the last year, in the place Dr. Seuss warned me about. Planted in front of a bank of potential doors like a hotel hallway.

Today I realized that not choosing is still a choice. In fact it's the worst choice. It's a choice where I become powerless and I just wait - for 'a yes or no' or my 'hair to grow' or a 'pair of pants' or 'Another Chance'.

Today I say pick a door. Any door. And, walk through it with conviction. Don't like what you see? Fine. Turn around. You'll only be right back where you started, with one less door to wonder about.

(photos) doorways | San Telmo in Buenos Aires and Palermo Soho in Buenos Aires (p.s) of course this is better put by Liz Gilbert via A Diary of Little Things & Curiosities