“What do you want to do, Steffie?”
“Read. Let’s read.”
“What else do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, what do YOU want to do?”
“No, Steffie. I asked you and you have to tell me.”
“I told you already … You can’t want to do more than one thing – “
Apparently a conversation with a six year old can lead to enlightenment. And that’s exactly my problem – I want to do so many things that it’s overwhelming. Where do you start when one decision rules out a bunch of others, or another decision opens pathways to so much more? Isn’t that the point of decisions? I thought I’d made my decisions, but it turns out that the more decisions you make the more choices you end up having.
Yeah, yeah … we get it, Stef. You have all these la-di-da decisions to make and *sob sob* poor you.
I want to write. I’m pretty sure we’ve clarified that.
I want to live somewhere in my own space with my books on shelves and my magnets on the walls and my cuckoo clock popping out to say hello.
I want … I want to make the choice that will make me happy.
Want, want, want … so demanding.
I want it all. Why do I have to do one thing?
We ended up drawing pictures – or rather, she drew pictures while I mumbled incoherently in a state of fatigue. Then, after dinner with my sister and her friends, I came home and reflected on this conversation with a six year old (and my day in general). I don’t have to do it all, or just one thing. I can do something, then do something else, and … Make a go of it.
And if conversations with a six year old don’t inspire you, this should (thanks to my mum for sharing it):