I’m not a good decision maker.
Actually I’m not a confident or fast decision maker. I hesitate. I ponder. I vacillate.
When I look back, most of my big decisions have been easy, and excellent. Marrying Craig. Leaving corporate life. Eschewing reality TV.
For medium-sized choices, however, I’ve often felt as though I may as well toss a coin for all the clarity I have around what I should do. And I do mean should.
My internal dialogue generally goes along these riveting lines:
Me: I should do this.
Me: Or maybe I should do that.
Me: True, but this should seems more imperative.
Me: Yes but that should also has some good points…
Over the past few weeks, I’ve detected a strange sensation when considering options.
Butterflies. Little, fluttery tremors in my tummy.
I think to myself, I could do this, or I could do — ooh!
I’ve always been a live-in-my-head, super-conscientious over-analyzer, so the sudden awareness of visceral decision-making aids has surprised me.
At first I thought it might be hunger. Or illness. But neither chocolate nor medication has stilled the flutterings.
Just today I scheduled my 14 Days To An Organized Closet* program to begin on Saturday December 1, so that I could spend November on a personal project.
Now I haven’t made enough of these butterfly-driven decisions to know if Lepidoptera are reliable advisers. But I’m fascinated to find out if they are.
What do you think?
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How Do You Make Decisions?
Do you analyze choices? Write up pros-and-cons lists?
Or do you trust your gut? In which case, how does your gut communicate with you?
I’d love to know how you make good choices.