It’s not one of their strong suits. Not that I can talk since I never make them myself. But I can without a doubt say that my dear people are bad at it. Decision making. From the ground up, it seems simple enough. Yet experience has taught me that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Sometimes its little things like dinner. It took almost a half hour to decide what to have for dinner tonight. This amazes me, one who eats the same thing for breakfast and dinner every day. Other times its big things, like mom’s recent decision about changing jobs. And sometimes its things that make me incredibly upset. Like when mom can’t decide what to wear. Nothing fits right, she says to no one in particular. Meanwhile I stand by feeling absolutely helpless. Those are the hardest ones for me.
I realized something tonight as I witnessed yet another debate about dinner. In the end, it doesn’t matter how big a decision it is. It matters that we make them. Because as one that doesn’t make them very often I can bear witness to – decision making is a privilege. Not a given. Decision making comes with experience, Understanding. Life experience. And it is something we earn rights to over time.
Even if it’s not always someone’s strong suit. At least in my opinion, it is this – the ability to make decisions – that drives what some refer to as destiny. While I find solace in the truth that everything happens for a reason, I also believe in the power of choices that foster the reason in the first place.
“It is what a man thinks…that really determines his fate,” suggested one of my favorite transcendental thinkers Henry David Thoreau. Decision making. From the ground up, it doesn’t matter how big or small it may seem. Each decision brings fate to life.