"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." -Henry David Thoreau
For some reason deliberation has been on my mind lately. I used to feel slightly bewildered that I have such an eclectic set of friends. None of the friends that I just love really fit easily into a generic category (except brilliant, beautiful, and witty, of course). I am happy with that, but I think there is one adjective that describes all of my good friends very aptly. They are deliberate.
They think about life choices, and live deliberately. Vegetarians, recyclers, world travelers, teachers, marathon runners, stay-at-home moms. They all have one thing in common. They chose an alternate when their road could have been easier by eating whatever they want, throwing away all their trash, or watching soap operas instead of running their legs off.
I wish I were more deliberate. I loved my Mormon mission for many reasons, not the least of which was that I was more deliberate. I was in charge of my own destiny. Sometimes when I get lost in the melee of dirty floors and a cluttered house, I wish for more inner power to deliberately put everything I touch away instead of on the counter. I wish for the self-control to teach Grace and Henry to neatly stow each toy and article of clothing in its proper place. I wish I always had the transcendental restraint to speak with sweet gentle words to my little "angels."
When I get all wishful I just remind myself that we decided both times to have kids, and we intend to have several more. Messes will ensue, but so will the life I have always wanted, in which I will not, when I come to die, discover that I have not lived.