I find drips extremely annoying. You know, like a faucet drip. But the thing about a drip is that it really bothers you at first, when you notice it. And as time goes by, you get used to it. However, the annoyance still subconsciously lingers.
For me, that's how life after open heart surgery was. That annoying lingering drip. I did nothing to cause it. Yet I nothing to silence it. I just grew accustomed to the annoyance.
...and so it pestered. For years.
Then one day I had an epiphany.
I got up, tightened the screw, and realized it was that easy all along.
In conclusion, I have decided to write a book. Not of self loathing, but of thanks. A book of thanks. Thanks for the drip.
Because what that drip has taught me is that I have a choice. I own my decisions. My "yesses" as well as my "no's" belong to me and no one else. And that, my friends, is a beautiful discovery.
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