Wanderers, anchors and fate.

I’ve always been somewhat of a free bird, a wanderer at that.  Sticking to one thing for any extended amount of time never quite appealed to me the way it must for others.  Between people, cities, jobs and a variety of experiences I’ve never really involved myself in anything that would keep me tied down.  I love the different lessons that people bring, life lessons not learned any other way, how to deal with rollercoasters of emotions.  Never having anyone stick around for long I’ve been able to learn many different lessons from these people.  Cities, same ordeal; every place you get the privilege of venturing into typically has so much more to offer then the last.  This is why I’ve always been a fan of moving around a lot.  Lastly, I’m sure everyone can agree that having a multitude of jobs also brings great pleasure and to be honest, what employer doesn’t appreciate a possible candidate with an extensive list of experiences that benefits them?

With all that said, I feel like my view on life is pretty clear, don’t get tied down to optimize the chance of many exquisite opportunities.  So my question is this: having always enjoyed living my life this way, why am I now suddenly being so intrigued by the possibility of being tied down?  We’re not talking a minor anchor; it’s one that could bring the titanic to a dead stop.  And it’s not even as though the positives immensely outweigh the negatives, it’s actually quite the contrary.  Yet some how I’m still finding myself having this increasing struggle to make the right choice.  Lead by fear; is it possible to make the right decision?  When you’re so concerned about making other people happy, is it possible to obtain happiness yourself?  It’s a sticky situation, and I’m not sure there even is a right choice, but some times in life, not making a decision is making one and this is one of those times. 

A customer I had at work today was torn between the brown or the black shoes (as petty as this is as a comparison), she decided the best solution would be to flip a coin.  She wanted both equal amounts, so she stood by her wants and let that coin spin until fate decided what side it would fall on.  I envy the trust she has in the universe, her decision had been made and she knew it had landed on what was meant to be.  Perhaps I need to do the same.