Decisions, decisions

When I was at work there was a challenge I would face regularly.  Usually it occurred early afternoon.  A real drowsiness would come over me.  I had a decision to make at that point. Choose right and I was right for the rest of the day.  Though in reality it was hardly a decision.  There was only one way to go if I wanted to keep my job.
I needed to resist the desire for sleep. To choose to do something else.  Normally the desire for sleep would pass.
To me it is not what I face that counts so much as what I do with what I face.  From what I can tell everyone has decisions to make.  Some are minor and with little real consequence.  Some are major and determine my future.
The sleeping decision was one where I really only wanted to go one way, though I did have a choice.  As I have gotten older and am no longer required to turn up to work each day the decision is different.  Often these days I choose to have a sleep because I can.  I tell myself I will do more after the sleep.  That sometimes happens and sometimes I camp in front of the tv.
True story.  In Townsville I knew two elderly gentlemen who attended the church I went to.  They lived in the same house.  They sat together in church.  Their names were Ernie and Bert.  Both faced the same decision I did while at work.  I think they chose sleep.  Or else Bert was fascinated with the ceiling and looked up at it for long periods.  But I don’t think so.  Judging by the way is head was back, his eyes closed and mouth open.
I was reminded of that this morning as I knew I had a decision to make.  I know I made the right decision.  I had a choice, and in that moment I took a step in the right direction.  That was all it took.  Making a choice by doing something that was a first step for acting in a way I wanted to.
That negated all other possibilities and made me want to do what was best for me to do at the time.
Sometimes I get things right.  Sometimes I do not.  It is nice though when I feel I am on the right track.