The trouble with freedom

... is that it brings with it choices! My time is so often accounted for and in many ways belongs to others. However when I'm in France I'm free to decide how I spend my days. And I get out of the habit of how to be with this so I often find myself thinking 'well I could do this but then I could do that!' 'I could go here and then I could go there!' Yesterday was like that; I drove from one place to another wondering if I'd made right choice! I do eventually settle down into a routine of sorts but in the meantime 'Shall I take that road or the other?' I'm reminded of the words by M Scott Peck - Take the road less travelled! Ah now that would be to the right? Or maybe the left?!