Decisions decisions.

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Today I asked my mom what she thought of my blog. "Well it shows your soft side." Not sure what exactly that's supposed to mean. I feel like me crying every other week of my life is pretty soft- but what do I know? Anyways, I feel like this shows how much my mom's opinion means to me. I've wanted her to read this from the beginning, but when she asked for the link last week I got super excited. I truly value what my mom has to say about the things I do and decisions I make in my life. My mom isn't the only person whose opinion matters to me though. I'm the type of person who needs the input of others regardless of what the decision is.

But today my mom pointed something out to me and it really hit home. She told me she couldn't make every decision for me because it was up to me to make mistakes in my life and learn from them. Nothing could ever be more true. I've already made my fair share of mistakes, but there's always more to learn. While it's still acceptable to value what my mom has to say (and everyone else), I don't always need to adhere to what exactly others are telling me what to do.

Mom also pointed out that I tend to think things through pretty well before I do make a decision. This is true. In part because I spend so much time deliberating what others say, but also because I'm so scared of making the wrong choice. But Wendy is right. I need to start making mistakes and learning from them. 

This is my life to live. My mistakes to make. And while I'll always love my mom (and daddy!). It's time for me to start making my own decisions.

Thanks for the advice Mama! XOXO

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