We Have Choices...

​So on my morning walk, I watched a little boy, around 4 yrs old, riding his bike with his mom and dad. Well, unfortunately, he wasn't looking where he was going and he ran straight into a garbage can and fell over. As I watched this unfold, I immediately expected a scream and a child full of tears. But did he cry? No. Did he look to his mom for help or support? No. He just got himself right back up, and looked at his mom and said "I'm OK mom" and started laughing, as if to say, "That was fun". I watched him brush off his legs, and then take to the bike again, with mom continuously asking if he was ok. Without question, he started peddling, and took off on his parents again, and as I watched all this, I smiled. When he rode by me, I said," What a trooper!", as he looked at me like I had six heads.

It seems this young boy didn't allow himself to think that falling was a bad thing. And falling can be a good thing.. especially, when we can pick ourselves up and learn from it.  

We have choices. We can get back on that "bike of life" with a smile on our face, or we can sit there on the ground and wallow in our own self pity.  We can allow a fall in life to to hurt us... or help us. 
This weekend, pick yourself up, Brush yourself off, and take off on your own "bike of life". 
​Face the world with new eyes, or maybe a new or different perspective.. 
 
Have a wonderful day.. XO

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