You always, always, always have a choice

There is this exercise in a book I’m reading (Your Life as Story), in which you are to write a letter to your grandchildren. The exercise is a tool to help you discover what’s important to you, to find the meaningful bits of story that weave and course through your life. I go in blindly and begin to write all at once without thinking, as that’s how I tend to do most things when I don’t have any idea where to start. This is what comes out: Dear Dearies, I’m assuming that you know all of this because your grandparents and your parents do, but I want to set a few things down in writing so you know what I think I’m 35 now – not so old, in your mind certainly, because you no doubt see me as a knobby old lady and it’s...

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