Circumstances rule men; men do not rule circumstances.

Here is the happy little Vegemite having a bit of a look around now that he has achieved efficient rolling capacities. Like Henry as a bairn, Ez can make it from one side of the living room to the other in the blink of an eye. That’s not really a problem unless he’s headed into the uncharted waters of the kitchen bench stools, with their propensity to be pulled down on one’s noggin. Oh well, lessons must be learned the hard way sometimes!

So I was talking about decisions, and talking about thinking about decisions, and I started to talk about actions.

When I think about it, it is actually the action that is the difficult part; the decision is the easy bit, any mug can make a decision; following through on decisions is more fraught with danger (the known unknowns, I guess).

But what cost not acting? If the die is cast, the cards are dealt and the rationale is clear, then the difficult decision is in fact an easy one; what is the price of failing to act?

Decisions are good.

Actions are good.

I feel much better now.