Choices

Life isn't a journey. It's a list of bullet points that end in question marks. Most of the time there's more than one option. You can't always see them all to start with, sometimes you never do.

Salt, vinegar or both?
Trousers or skirt? Picked one?
What about shorts or a dress?

There are things you don't choose: gay, straight, bi and trans. Still options, but out of your power. Don't argue with that, trust me, I would have chosen to be straight. I'm glad I'm not now, but back when I was coming out, my little bit at a time, especially before I told my mum, it was hard. I felt like shit. Now it's time for new, shiny shit to fly my way and splatter me a in glorious, filthy layer of exhilaration.

The best choices are the ones where you make the right decision. They're rare. That's what makes them so special.