It’s pretty obvious to me. Every morning I get the same thing for breakfast. Every night I get the same thing for dinner. And I’m not going to lie – it’s pretty tasty. Certainly not as delicious as the my favorite dog treats and raw hide bones. And maybe not quite as delectable as the occasional nibble of bacon, salami or peanut butter. But it’s definitely tasty.
So you can imagine my confusion at the frequency at which my forever people debate what to have to eat. In or out? Fancy or simple? Healthy or naughty? It’s all gibberish to me. And don’t get me started on what happens next when mom can’t decide what to wear. Though it is helped (a bit) by the previous questions, it’s never easy. Then there’s the shoes. And the jewelry. So many choices.
Indecisiveness has a hold on us around the Schmidt house and it drives me crazy sometimes. It’s more powerful than it sounds to be sure. It might not seem like a big deal, but (like anything) it always is a bigger deal than it seems. Not to mention the times when it stirs itself into a disagreement. All over something so silly as which pair of shoes looks better with a certain set of pants, which make up an outfit that may or may not be too dressy for the dinner destination of choice. It’s exhausting.
And I’m not even the one stressing out about these things. I’m just observing. I can’t imagine what it would be like to get caught up in the business of making decisions. From the ground up, I would much rather save all that emotional energy and apply it toward something useful. Like figuring out a way to translate dog thoughts into people words so I could tell my people to make a decision already. And so I could be there to support them when it ends up being the wrong one.
Because it seems pretty obvious to me. Certainly it’s not always as simple as what to eat for dinner. But when there are so many choices, sometimes the most obvious one starts at the beginning. It starts with the choice to decide.
My sweet dog loves her dog treats for sure. Recently I got her some of those milk bones and then her chicken filet treats and she loves them. 4 treats for Angel. Are you thinking you need to beg for more treats? LOL I love your blog!
” It starts with the choice to decide” Oh, well done, Wyles! What a powerful observation. YES!
I have now caught up on all your writings since about Feb 7. How could I have missed so much wisdom and love and joy. You brought smiles to my face, I feel much lighter since spending time here with you Wyles and the delightful Schmidt brood. Love and thank you, HuntMode
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Sometimes we have too many choices and that is the problem. When you walk around in shops, well look in the windows there is always an abundance of things to buy. Then at home, we do like variety, (my cat gets the same every day to eat too, with additional treats) Mind you I eat the same for breakfast every day too, my muesli. 🙂 For women what to wear …hmmm that is just inbuild in us, it needs to be matching, needs to look good for the event we wear it…..not easy. Wiles, I am out on a date tonight… and I have thought about what to wear since yesterday and still haven’t made a decision…. Wished it would be as easy as for you sometimes. I do like a simple life. 🙂
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Ha! There are always lots of human decisions to consider. The only ones that hold my attention are the ones that involve me. Lately, Mom has to check the temperature on her phone, and then look out the window to decide what I have to wear for my walks – raincoat? fleece? little purple coat? big pink parka? sweater? no coat at all?? Those decisions interest me because the sooner they’re made, the quicker I can get out to walk around and see friends.
Love and licks,
I love that you have a closet full of choices, but that you don’t really have to actually make the choice. That’s what moms are for – what would we do without them? 🙂
Lots of love,
My mom is simple she is 61 (today) still healthy a little thick around every where.. Her decision is jeans and tennis shoes nice blouse and where to eat which will not give her indigestion woof woof woof
Happy happy belated birthday to your mom!!!
thank you bark, wag, lick kisses
Oh Wiley! You’re right again! I suffer badly with decision making, so often just deciding to make the decision is the toughest part of the decision to make… heehee
Hugs, Carrie (Myfie, Ellie and Millie) x
Start small. 🙂
Lots of love to all,
LOL Wiles, we humas (females in particular) always have trouble making decisions when it comes to clothes. It’s even more difficult to decide what to wear when a baby is involved. I don’t mean what Mom will wear, but what baby will wear. So many choices – especially if it is baby #1. Friends, grandparents, aunts, uncles all go crazy buying the cutest outfits 🙂
When it comes to food…well, that’s a lot easier if chocolate is in the equation 😉
You’re right again, dear Lyn. I’ve noticed this to be true much more of females than males. Dear dad takes a fraction of the time getting ready in the morning, for example. I have to admit though – it is fun to see the different adorable outfits baby Carter has been wearing. So much cuteness!
Lots of love,
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I like my simple life with so few choices.
Couldn’t even start reading, cause needed to go to bed, tomorrow visit to an other doctor. Lots of attentions, and focus mind to the unexpected sickness of the Daddy of this Home,…. but could really appreciate your incredibly, attentive, and so sympathetic expression in today’s photo,….you just reminded me,, my forever “Dad” ( He would smile if he hears my comparison ), that use to adopt a kind of an expression very similar to that…. “Nothing, Wiley”…. “nothing”, but that we are each time that passes by, more, and more similar,…..your kind and ours. “Hugs for you, and for your forever partner/brother Carter”.