It's Always a Choice

Just now I promised myself that this Thanksgiving week will be simple, easy, and joyful.

We are having family and friends for dinner on Thursday. I’m focused on relaxing and putting our guests at ease.

Today I’ll receive a large shipment of pecans to be distributed to friends and P.E.O. sisters. I’ve made a decision to slip this effort into my Thanksgiving preparations seamlessly.

Chaos wants to rule—to hijack me emotionally and make me anxious and irritable. But I choose peace.

It’s always a choice.

You write it: What state of mind do you choose this week?