Two years ago I moved from Chicago which is well known for beautiful cityscapes to the Rocky Mountains which is equally well known for its breathtaking landscapes.
Today, as I reflect upon my daughter’s wedding yesterday, the second daughter to be married this year, and my own birthday, I’m definitely thinking about what path I have chosen.
Do we choose our path, or does it choose us?
I'm a reading specialist from Chicago, now living in the beauty of the Roosevelt National Forest in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. My first book "Aliana Reaches for the Moon" features a creative and curious girl who loves science, her little brother, and her very patient parents. I'm currently writing a MG novel and several picture books with STEM elements and dogs. View more posts
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Laura Roettiger Books
I have no idea to that question. Sometimes I feel I have chosen the path which has been open to me, there are no other options. But sometimes I feel I choose the path but somehow Destiny brings me to the path I am supposed to go on whatever I choose. So I feel
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I know some big decisions I made were probably not truly in my control.
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That is a very good question. I’m not sure we can ever know. Perhaps sometimes it’s a little of both. Congratulations on the marriage of your daughters and I hope you had a lovely birthday celebration.
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Combination of choice and randomness determines sometimes a path … every time the destination
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