Today I am thinking about the the idea of consequences. Every decision has them. It's all about weighing out what you want and what you're willing to accept in return. I've always bristled at the notion of "consequences", specifically that word. It makes me feel like a punished child. So, what if instead I call it, the price?
It's like this...I walk into a shop, see a dress that I like, look at the tag, consider my bank balance and my obligations and say yes or no. It's simple. I can buy any dress, of any sort, in any fabric, in whatever size, anywhere in the entire world, so long as I can pay the price.
The idea of "consequences for my actions" feels like it's happening TO me. It feels negative like some sort of karmic payback. You reap what you sew...gloomy, creepy. No thank you.
The idea of the price makes me feel free. Sure, it's basically an issue of semantics but it makes a difference to me. It becomes an issue of choice. How badly do I want what I want? How willing am I to pay the price? When I frame it that way, my choices feel a little bit clearer.