Right vs. Wrong

“When you have to make a choice and don’t make it, that is in itself a choice.”  ~William James

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about right and wrong. Not the big moral issues — I’m not planning a crime spree or scheming anything illegal — just the internal debates we have about right and wrong that keep us from moving forward. Thoughts like:

  • What if I make the wrong choice?
  • Which path is the right one for me?
  • I don’t want to make a mistake again.

These kind of thoughts keep us in limbo. They may inspire additional research into options, but most likely, they aren’t motivating us to take action. We stay stuck in an internal debate, rather than fully living.

Quilt in progress
A work in progress

One way this recently showed up in my life is in fabric. One of my sisters asked me to make a quilt out of the materials we used in her daughter’s nursery 11 years ago. There are limited amounts of each material, and I can’t go to the store to buy more of these specific patterns. I’ve put off making the quilt for a few years, and finally asked myself why I was procrastinating. I realized I was scared to “mess it up.” If I don’t do it “right,” all that is left of these materials will be destroyed. I know how important this is to my sister, and could be to my niece, and I would like it to be a treasure for them both. But adding this extra pressure on myself meant that the scraps of material were still sitting here with me, and not being enjoyed.

Here’s a radical idea: Maybe there is no right or wrong. Consider for a moment that even the so-called mistakes you made in your past and the so-called wrong choices have gotten you to this point. You probably learned from each of those experiences, and quite possibly, you learned MORE about those “wrong” choices than the “right” ones you made.

These paralyzing thoughts can hold us back in our careers, in our relationships, and yes, even in our quilt-making! Ask yourself why you’re not making a decision. Perhaps you need more information. If so, do the necessary research. But don’t sit on the sidelines and not make a choice just because you’re afraid of doing it “wrong.”

For me, knowing that I wanted to do a very good job, I am taking extra time to plan and measure before cutting. I’m not rushing this project, but I am making progress. And while I know that none of my quilts are ever technically perfect, they can be perfect expressions of love.

I Choose

I have just returned home from a visit to New Mexico. My parents are staying in Cloudcroft, NM to escape the seemingly unending Texas heat, and they invited me up for a long weekend. After 64 days over 100 degrees Fahrenheit here in Austin, it was glorious to breathe the much-cooler, fresh mountain air and feel a chill that made me enjoy putting on a light jacket.

Talking today with a new friend, I mentioned I moved to Austin a little over a year ago from NYC and how much I enjoyed all four seasons in New York. He commented that our summer heat must be really unbearable for me, but you know, it hasn’t been. I have lived in Texas before, and I am familiar with the heat. But this year has been different for me also because I chose to live in Austin. I chose to move here, knowing full well the summers are hot and long. And I am grateful to be here, close to my family and good friends and around abundant TexMex food. I am looking forward to the cooler temps of fall, but I’m not going to argue with the weather. It’s pointless — I’m not going to win — and what does it serve to be annoyed with the heat? It only ends up making me miserable. I am grateful for air conditioning, though!

I have learned that it doesn’t serve me to live my life playing the martyr, or giving up my personal responsibility by saying “I have to…” Saying (even if just internally), “I choose to…” is much more empowering, putting me in the driver’s seat of my own life. I own the choices I’ve made and accept the consequences. If I don’t like the consequences, I have the ability to make another choice. What are you choosing to do?