The Choice Not Taken

Right after I turned 30, my life was particularly turbulent with a string of challenging incidences.

-A rough broke up with a long-term boyfriend.

-A roommate situation went sour, leaving us to frantically search for a new place to live in San Francisco when we were traveling 2,000 miles away. 

-I gained 30lbs.

-I partially tore my patella tendon and had knee pain every day.

There were so many times I kicked myself and stewed in regret. I would scold myself for the bad decisions I made and think about how different my life would be if I would have only made a better decision. 

I would have dumped the boyfriend sooner, ditched the roommate and focused intensely on my health.

But I would have missed out on this: 

- My two amazing dogs.

-Living in San Francisco in an apartment overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge.

-The amazing friends we made in that apartment building. 

-Finding out strong and powerful I can be.

-Deciding three years later that I wanted to become a life/health coach.

Sunset from our apartment in San Francisco, 2015.

When I think of that time, I hold who I was with love and compassion. I did the best I knew how to do in a situation I had never been in before. Every decision made at that time was the right decision at the right time. I no longer look back at that time period with regret. It is a part of my story and has made me into who I am. 

It's good to be at peace with that.