Dear Cheryl,
Yes if you like typical and historical places, you have to go!
go through the decision to buy the tickets, little step by little step.
What was under your control?
First I had a look on the various destinations available with departure from Venice, ‘cause we didn’t want drive too far.
From the list I checked prices of the flights and the hotels.
For instance Barcelona and Alicante, which I’d love to visit, were too expensive, or Alicante, too expensive.
I finally saw Marrakesh and it was ideal both in terms of flight and hotel prices and flight times.
My husband agreed.
And then I tap in “buy tickets” and it was done.
For sure availability, prices and flight times weren’t under my control.
In that moment it was ok to buy tickets and so it happened. Yes, I see it wasn’t under my control.
Yes…
The thought of not making the purchase could have prevailed, but the thought of leaving prevailed instead. I don't know what made one prevail over the other. It just happened.
It's strange to see how my choice happens without my having control over it. So it's no longer a choice. So we have no choices....
When it comes to positive actions it is quite easy to agree, however when they are mistakes or actions that cause pain to someone it is more difficult to accept the non-choice.
Sorry if I'm going on but this thing is bothering me a lot.
In recent days I had to do some of the work of a colleague who was on holiday and therefore I had to stay in the office later. One evening I was particularly annoyed and I closed the PC even though I knew there was a small error in a file.
I thought for a moment about turning it back on and correcting it, but then I thought I was tired, they were waiting for me at home for dinner and no one was dying due to a turnover estimate that wasn't precise to the cent, and I left.
Then I felt guilty for two days for not having been precise and dutiful…It seems it’s a matter of thoughts, the stronger thought decide the outcome. That evening the strong thought was to go home.
Is this really how it works?
Love,
Lucia