I find it fascinating that so many people say I’m lucky. Or rather they accuse me of it. The implicit assumption is of course that I didn’t have to work for my slim, muscular body (I used to be obese and flabby), I never had to work hard to do adventure travel (I’ve had bankruptcy, business failures and severe financial challenges) and that somehow, life is just SO easy. The curse of a small mind is to assume that everyone else has it easier than you do. My life is the result of constant choices. I make bad ones too or else I wouldn’t have my history. But implicit in that series of choices is the opportunity- available to us all- to choose better the next time. From something as simple as the yogurt vs the donut when we begin the day, to exercise or not exercise, to wake up open, soft, curious and grateful or pissed off that everyone else has it better (hey, talk to the Aleppo refugee I met in Turkey and let’s compare notes on how much better HE has it than you), we get to choose. Not just things, weighing options, but we can also choose our emotions and how we decide to see and perceive. That wisdom comes with a lifetime of fails, false starts, Faustian bargains and redemption. We can say no to those things that hurt, harm, poison, are toxic. We consume all day long, from Facebook tripe to fake news to false accusations to frustration about how we didn’t get that promotion. Learning to say yes to the right things- which is unique to each of us- is hard damned work. That’s why true success — deep happiness, satisfaction and joy from a life well lived- is slippery.