ECIOHC

This morning I woke up way too early, while I slept way too late (I got zombified) . Shit happens, over and over again. What can you do about it? 
I gave up trying to catch my sleep again, an exhausting attempt, and jumped out of bed, took my usual extremely long shower and sat my ass down on this chair, this very uncomfortable chair which I can't wait to get rid of. 
Soon very soon, everything will change.
Change, a frightening word, at the same time so exciting. 
Change is necessary for growth. Choice is necessary, and so inevitable, for change.

I chose this morning to stand up from my bed eventough it had been my intention to sleep a little longer. I slept for 4 hours instead of 8, great.
I fixed myself the usual peanut butter and jelly sandwhich and sipped from my cappuccino. 

I chose to open the little purple notebook a friend of mine once gave me. When he gave it to me, some pages were filled by his words , others were empty.
He looked me in the eyes when we said farewell, we said hello when we said goodbye. This book would keep us connected and would reunite us. My eyes were filled with tears, and he said:' Here you go. This is for you. Fill these pages, I want to read it when I see you again.' (note to self: Don't forget this little purple notebook when you go back in August) 

And this morning when it was my choice to open it again, I bumped into this poem that I would like to share with you. It's not by myself but even if I wanted to, I can't tell you who did write it, because then I would have to kill you.
 Joke. I forgot, happens when you scribble almost everything down that you stumble upon.
(but I think it's by John Maxwell, it's just a guess, because it was one of my moms books and she happens to be a great fan)

It's called: CHOICE (how unexpected)

The word that allows yes, the word that makes no possible

The word that puts free in freedom and takes obligation out of love.

The word that throws a window open,

after the final door has closed.

The word upon which all adventure, all exhileration,

all meaning, all honor depends.

The word that fires evolutions,

motor of mud.

The word that the cocoon whispers to the caterpillar.

The word that molecules recite after bonding.

The word that seperates that which is dead from which is living.

The word no mirror can turn around.

CHOICE!

A mirror can turn around the word choice..then it would say: ECIOHC, but ok.
My favorite sentence ofcourse:''The word that the cocoon whispers to the caterpillar.'

Can you hear him whisper?