Sometimes the Best Choice and the Hardest Choice Are the Same Thing

For the last few years, I’ve said, “I hate Atlanta/Georgia. I want to go to _____.” I’ve been psychoanalyzed so much about this that I must be running away from something. Perhaps they’re right in some ways, and maybe I have some sort of negative connotation towards Atlanta, but the city is not going to change. As my “wise” middle sister, Mandie, has said, “Live in Atlanta, but don’t do it the way you did before. Change it.” When you can’t change something (Atlanta), you have to change yourself. I mean, it’s a good practice for life. In a world where we want everything to change for our ideal (and we wonder why so many people get divorced…), sometimes we have to change ourselves because “the benefits outweigh the costs” (Thank you for the advice, Andrew Jones). Life is never going to be perfect, so we have to change our minds/attitudes/whatever to make it work. We are much more courageous, brave, strong, humble when we do that.