So I was looking at a Richard Carlsson book the other day as I hobbled around East Kilbride.  I think it was called And What If It Is BIG Stuff?  I noticed a section where he suggested that life really is easy - it's just the picking and choosing that is sometimes hard.  And that was my experience too.  Whilst I was undecided - will I make it / will I be fit enough / will I manage the plane journey etc - it caused me some distress.  However once I had made the decision, once I had cancelled the flights, once I had decided to go to America another day, a load shifted off my shoulders.  Whether it's about getting out of bed in the morning to meditate, or buying a new car, it seems that sometimes the challenge is in simply making up one's mind.  Once the choice is made Life can flow through us.  Am I the only one that finds that making a decision makes life easier?  Or is this your experience too?

Much Love

Stan