Ive just finished quite an emotionally draining book. The book was about a woman in a happy relationship, then as a result of one night had the inclination to start an affair. The book follows the path of the outcome of both choices.

I have been plagued in the last few years with major regrets and this horrible feeling that I too have been at a point in my life where I made a life changing decision. I remember the day precisely. I have had this awful nagging feeling that I should have chosen the other option and that by running with the choice I made I severely mucked up and my life will never be quite as good as a result. It all sounds very dramatic and while it’s not, having THAT DAY in your head, and having the outcome lead to some pretty big bad times, it’s really hard to come to grips with your decision and wonder…

So this book really hit home and I have been mildly obsessed with seeing how things turned out. I felt (weirdly) that my destiny was going to be determined by the outcome of the book.

And the outcome of the book was that despite the often rocky journey that was the result of both different choices she made on her life changing day, life pretty much followed the same path.

It sounds stupid, but when I closed the book this morning, I felt an immense sense of relief and a lifting of guilt that my one bad decision can be overcome by the sheer force of living a life. The point of life is the MAKE a decision when you need to and run with it and that maybe there are no right or wrong answers.