Choices and the decisions they become
I like choices…for the most part. It is scary to think of life without them because that would mean a straight line with no curves or angles.
Variation start at birth when we are given the option of accepting milk and schmoozing with the giver or rejecting it and continue squalling. And it grows from there. Think about how many decisions you made each day–white shirt or blue sweater, stay in school or drop out, Taco Bell or Pizza Hut, marry de bum or take off on your own.
The process continues through old age which brings on some new ones. Downsize my living style? Life support or let go? At the end we often are back where we started with someone asking if we want a sip of water or another blanket.
Past actions take care of a lot of the mundane everyday questions. I like coffee; I don’t like tea; coffee on the shelf ready to make whenever I want it. The white shirt, blue sweater gets more attention and opening your closet is revealing: loves to shop, extra money to spend, needs a boost to self-esteem, varied life style, or your choice really is white or blue.
For some, even the smallest decisions take a nerve-racking amount of time. We think each commitment needs to be perfect, we don’t want to get anything wrong, we are concerned about other people’s opinion of us. Instead, make sure it is your decision, made for yourself, not someone else.
“Just do it.”
Because if you have thought about all options, wild through practical, tested how you feel–queasy versus brisk nod of the head–then yes, just do it. Not all are going to be right. President Obama, agreeing with Bush, says, “Any given decision you make you’ll wind up with a 30 to 40 percent chance that it isn’t going to work. You have to own that and feel comfortable with the way you made the decision. You can’t be paralyzed by the fact that it might not work out.”
Thought by some to be a flighty grey-headed albatross where my life decisions are concerned, I disagree. I love writing down all the possible pros and cons and studying them. Being a realist I try to be honest with myself so I am at peace with a decision. The problem comes when I compare my life decisions to those of friends and family. Beside them I can look a little flighty!!
So I might look my options over at this point and make the decision to …accept myself as I am and carpe diem!
There are plenty of internet articles on decision making and choices. Here are two: