The choices we make: what we tell ourselves

Cover of "The Art of Choosing"

Cover of The Art of Choosing. A really interesting book. Definitely consider giving it a read.

My sister often tells our her girls that life is a series of choices and their consequences: good choices lead to good consequences, and bad choices lead to bad consequences.  While they are little, those connecting lines are easy to draw. They choose to obey or disobey, and the outcomes are positive or negative, accordingly. And because life is life, they are also learning – and they will learn it more and more with time – that it’s not always so direct a correlation. That sometimes making the right choice means a consequence that doesn’t look all that good from the limited short-term view. That sometimes the only perspective big enough to see the good outcome is that of God and eternity.

But as Americans we choose, as we seemingly must, all day every day. We choose what to wear. Whether to go to work (or to look for work) or to class. Which job to take. Which route to take to get there. In “The Art of Choosing” Sheena Iyengar articulates the way that all these choices define who we are, and how we feel about who we are. (I saw her speak at a research conference last year. She was wonderful.)

If our choices reflect ourselves, is it one-directional? Will we always choose in a certain way because that is who we are? Is it bidirectional? Can we choose differently and thereby become someone else?

I don’t have an answer to that, in much the same way that I don’t have a clear line in my head between how God’s action in my life interplays with free will. I am fearfully and wonderfully made, transformed by grace, and lack the ability to even draw breath apart from the will of God. And yet, and yet… I must have been given an element of choice, if I am to choose this day whom I will serve.

I wonder. If I am set free in Christ, a new creation… how much do I simply choose to be less than I could be?  If I spent more time telling myself the truth of my transformation, what might my life look like?

I have been made to be an introvert, and I might always be a bit socially awkward, but could I choose to be less shy? (Moreover, am I shy at all? Is saying that I’m shy just a story I tell myself, a leftover from a once-long-ago version of myself?)

Would a new relationship move into the realm of possibility if I told myself it could happen? Not that I’ve never thought that, believed it, and been disappointed. The point is not whether I could make it happen (I can’t), but that all things are possible with God. Note to self: that reads “all things,” not “all things except a healthy relationship.” (This is a tough one for me: I believe I’ve been made better equipped to sail solo than most, but I don’t know if that is a grace for today or for always. And the not knowing alters the story I tell myself.)

If/when the infatuation-high next floods my system, could I write another storyline – one in which I can ride that wave of seratonin for as long as it lasts, rather than freaking out like I’m on a bad trip (and becoming temporarily but totally undateable)?

Maybe. All things are possible. We are more than conquerors.

By grace.

What do you tell yourself? When you look hard at it… how true is it?

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About aka gringita
Flotsam generator. Amateur photographer. Avid traveler. Christ follower.

3 Responses to The choices we make: what we tell ourselves

  1. Compulsive Writer says:

    A very thought provoking post. I think I will read that book too. Thank you! Keep Posting! 🙂

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  2. Pingback: Five Daily Choices Of Being An Entrepreneur |

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