Wednesday, June 6, 2012


How many decisions do we make in a day?  A week?  A month?  A year (which by the way is 525,600 minutes - in case you were wondering)?

Sure, we decide what to wear in the morning (at least on the weekdays), which route to take to work, and whether or not we run the yellow light on the way to work.  But it's not every day that we make monumental decisions that change the course of our lives.  That is, unless you count deciding what size coffee to order from your favorite barista a monumental decision.  To each their own.

I think about decisions a lot.  Probably more than I should, even.  Especially when Ryan and I are being silly or talking about when we first met.

It's not just decisions in general.  But mostly decisions that I've made - both monumental and not-so-monumental that led me to where I am right now.  Most importantly, sitting next to the man of my dreams.

I'm sure I've talked about this before, and if I haven't - lucky you.  I think a lot about the decisions that had to be made (on both of our counts, really) and how the cosmic universe aligned (perhaps just in my head) so that we would even meet each other.  One different decision and both of our lives could be very different than it is on this June evening.

I could have chosen to play ball and attend the University of Georgia instead of Southern Illinois  University.  I could have bailed and returned home after a super emotionally/mentally challenging freshman year away from home.  I could have taken a job at a rink-a-dink office supply marketing job right out of college instead of accepting the position from hell at Wells Fargo

Obviously, I could go on and on.  And I'm sure there are lots of decisions that you've made in your own life that are very similar - whether related to school, relationships, jobs, relocating yourself/family or whatever!

Sometimes I try to think about what my life would be like if I had gone to Georgia, or if I would have taken another job opportunity.  Then I remind myself that I didn't.  I made the decisions I made and they all brought me here. 

I didn't use to be a big believer in "Everything happens for a reason."  But four years ago - I decided I better start.

That is a decision I wouldn't change for anything.

Take Luck,


  1. I love this post, Lauren!! I sometimes think about the decision I made to move to Nashville, and even though I'm leaving two years later, I know that it was the right decision...well, and regardless, it's not like I can go back! Ha! ;)

    Happy Wednesday!

    1. Thanks, Meghan!! I bet down the road when you look back on your decision - you will be happy you took the risk and did it. I'm sure it gave you a ton of life experience!


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