I just have a fear of commitment

Apparently, sitting in the airport makes me think I should blog. It seems to happen pretty consistently.

I've been thinking a lot about choice lately. Specifically, how much choice we really have in our lives, and at what point you pass the "point of no return". Is choice an event, a decision we make at a single instant in time, or is it the inevitable end result of a series of decisions made over a long period of time? If you've taken all the steps pointing you towards a specific choice, is it really a choice anymore?