“Seldom right, but never in doubt.” That is the motto of someone with whom I used to work. It suited her to a tee, but it certainly doesn’t describe me. Okay, I may rarely be right, but “doubt” should be my middle name because I can waffle over anything: what restaurant I want to go to, which shirt to wear, who to vote for. It is pathetic how long I can drag out making up my mind about some things.
Don is much the same, which means that major family decisions are torturous. Buying a new computer or car is an idea that has to be kicked around at least two years. For one thing, we both see all the gray areas in any discussion and until we’ve sorted through all of those, as well as the major issues, we cannot rest with our decisions. All in all, it isn’t a bad way to be; plodding, but thorough. Once our minds are finally made up, we have usually made a decent decision; if we live through the agony of the process, that is.
Lately, I have been trying to decide whether to pursue a special education endorsement. Talk about gray areas. I have made a pro and con list, researched programs and costs, discussed it with a variety of people, and even watched for signs from Heaven, but the answer doesn’t seem to be very obvious. Will this endorsement prepare me to step through doors that will soon open for those who are ready? Or is my life going to go in a completely different direction anyway so it doesn’t even matter what I do about this particular issue? Egad! Where is that Decision Fairy when I need her?
Now, what shall I fix for dinner?
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