I'd like to think back to all the decisions I've made in the past, and to all the things I've turned down in my lifetime. Mainly, I'd like to think about a decision I made when I was 6 years old. I was young, lightweight, energetic, and an athlete. Sort of. I was in gymnastics. This is something I'd love to brag about now, despite the fact that I can't do anything that I used to do back then. Cartwheels, somersaults, handstands, the absolute basics. I also had excellent balance, which surprised my gymnastics teachers.

My mom told me today about a decision I had made 12 years ago, one that I had completely forgotten about. The decision I actually made has definitely saved my family a lot of money, but that's not what I'm meaning to talk about. When I was a child, I loved gymnastics so much, that I practised it wherever I could at home. I used the back of our old couch as a balance beam, I climbed the doorways without any form of help, and our dining room was a place where I regularly did handstands, despite the fact that it wasn't all that safe, since I has trying to balance my entire weight on my two hands right next to the dining table. I had great balance, and I wasn't afraid to go to new heights. Literally. I could have been a perfect little gymnast.

Going back to the decision. Mom said that I could have had more coaching to become better and greater at the sport, but I turned it down. Of course, being 6 years old, and having gymnastics be every Saturday morning, I wanted to stay home and watch cartoons on TV. I didn't want to get up at 10 am every Saturday just to jump around on trampolines and swing on high bars and do handstands on a balance beam. But, now, I'm wondering whether or not that was a mistake.

I wonder what life would be like if I accepted those lessons, and continued to live the life of an athlete. I'd definitely be thinner and fitter, but I probably never would have followed my sister's footsteps into Theatre and Drama, or found the friends that I have today who I spend time and time again playing video games and watching anime with. I might have become a professional gymnast, and tried out for the Olympics. I might also have turned out to be a total bitch, which today, I would never accept as proper behaviour. But, then, what kind of friends would I have had? And how many? I know quantity shouldn't matter, but these days, I'm finding it hard to find good enough quality friends. I'm not saying I don't have any, some of them are absolutely great and I hope I never lose touch with them. It's just that sometimes I feel lonely enough that I wish I had more that could and would be there to help me out. Haha ... I'm starting to make myself cry. I should typing stuff like this (it kind of sucks that actual emotions can't be expressed over the Internet).

Anyway, those are my thoughts for today. I half wish I had said yes to gymnastics and sports and staying fit and a possible chance at the Olympics. On the other hand, I'm half happy with my life. I love my friends and family, and they all love me, no matter who I am, no matter how I act, and no matter what decisions I made in the past, or what decisions I'll make in the future. For each and every one of you who read this little journal entry of mine, no matter how few of you actually do, I hope I made you think and reflect on your life too, even just a little bit. ~~