At what point do the choices I make stop being okay?  For an impressive amount of time my choices were dictated by the policies and values of others.   They were my foundation.  I’ve since aged and experienced and I’m no longer living by those rules.

I don’t know and also don’t have a compilation of my new rules.  I realized last night that choices that I’ve always viewed as suspect resulting in negative consequences aren’t so bad.

So, I’m going to keep figuring things out and not judge myself for not know all the time.