Hard Choices

I recently returned from Washington D.C., and I had the immediate opportunity to head to Billings. My good friend had pulled strings and I was being allowed the opportunity to meet the heads of the Republican Party in Montana. I had pre-arranged with teachers to be gone again, and so my dream was well placed and I was ready to enact it. Nothing ever goes smoothly. Between new assignments added to the syllabus, and tests that the teachers are no longer willing to let me take late or even early, I am caught between a classic rock and hard spot. Do I sacrifice my grades, significantly, and go to Montana or do I stay and keep up my grades. The casualty of one is the lowering of my GPA and the casualty of the other is the trust of a friend and hard work that was given to me to have this opportunity.

I think it is within the hard decisions of life that we are best defined. I don't know what to do, I am going to talk to my teachers one more time tomorrow and then make a decision on what is most important. It is at the margin that we best find what matters, and therefore who we are as a person. I hate the need to choose, and yet it has become a fundamental part of who we are. The choices of our lives are like the masterful strokes of a painter and eventually the ad hoc swipes take form to present a picture. I pray the picture I potray from my countless choices is more realistic than surreal, and more filled with form than abstract. Until the day I can look back on the tapestry of my life, I must continue to make choices....and deal with the consequences no matter what happens.