You might think this odd considering the one major life decision I’ve made ensures I’ll be making all other major life decisions all by myself, but that illustrates my point. I hate making decisions so much I usually don’t, which is a decision, and accept the consequences of the less active choice rather than risk making a mistake.
OK, that sentence may be a bit much for early Monday. My apologies.
I have this big decision to make, you see. I thought I’d made it. Turns out maybe not. Not only do I have to revisit the issue and redecide on the original decision, but I’ve added some alternative decisions along with all their possible outcomes to weigh and possibly blow. Oh, and I have a deadline of two days. Always fun.
My Dear Friend admitted these are the kinds of decisions she hands off to her husband. Since I don’t have that option, she let me borrow hers for four minutes via cell phone. He gave some good advice. So did my second dad and my second and a half dad. All the advice is contradictory.
I’ve told God its His decision and He’s going to have to make it clear because I’m too stupid and stressed out to decipher puzzles. I have every confidence in His ability to do so. He made the universe. He can make me understand His will when I’m looking for it.
I could tell you the decision (it’s not a big secret or anything) but I don’t think I can handle more advice, even though Solomon says wisdom is found in a multitude of counselors and a wise man considers the cost before he starts to build.
All I can say is I’m already tired of the whole thing and just wish it were over. Since I made and acted on one decision this weekend, I can remove that factor from my calculations. I only have four to go.
Prayers are appreciated.
How do you make big decisions? Guys, do you usually get the last word and thus all the blame? Ladies, are you happy to let them have it?