When I was a kid, I had a cat named Trouble. Here he is, chilling in the bathroom sink.
Trouble earned his name from day one, and yet I look at this photo with nothing but love. He was trouble, but he was my trouble.
In my life, there have been times when I’ve chosen the path that wasn’t necessarily the easiest or the smoothest. And when challenges appear on those paths, I remain grateful for the lessons learned. They may be challenges, but they’re my challenges. (I don’t always remember this in the moment, but hindsight is a wonderful thing.) 🙂
What it boils down to is choice. Choose your path and relish it.
Choose your trouble.
Choose your challenges.
Choose your ease.
Choose your joy!
We have so much agency in our lives should we choose to accept that.