When I have trouble making a decision, it’s often because I fear making the wrong decision. But how do I know a decision is wrong until I make it?
Sometimes I tell people who are having trouble making a decision to consider that there are no wrong decisions. Is that the wrong decision? Because decisions do have consequences.
However, it’s often the wrong decision to obsess about possible consequences before making a decision. The right decision is to decide, act, and then deal with the consequences as best you can.
Last night, I was thinking I had made the wrong decision to sit in the front row of the live show of So You Think You Can Dance.
See those rectangular boxes? They were foot lights that wrongly obscured my view of the dancers’ feet.
It was the wrong decision for me to focus on what was wrong with my view. I made the right decision to enjoy what I could see. And Hannahlei, Jensen, Genessy, Slavik, Darius, Jay Jay, Cole, Magda, Evan, and Chelsea all made the right decision to be dancers. They don’t just think they can dance — they most decidedly can.
Any wrong decisions in my other photos from yesterday?
I wonder if it’s the wrong decision to tell this story about my being a temporary worker during the summer of 1971 at Lynn City Hall (the location of Lynn Memorial Auditorium, where I saw the performance last night).
One of the many jobs I held as a temp worker during the summer of 1971 was in the rent control department of Lynn City Hall. One day, I saw a man I knew from my synagogue come in to speak to the director of the department. When he left, the director said a defamatory word about Jews, which starts with the letter “K.” I had never heard that word spoken out loud; I was shocked. Soon afterwards, somebody else who worked there walked over to my desk and asked “Ann, are you Jewish?” I thought it might be the wrong decision to admit that, so I asked, “WHY?” This guy said, “Because I saw your face when the director said that. I think everybody here thinks you’re Italian.” The next day, the director, looking very uncomfortable, came over to my desk and said, “You know, I think it’s GREAT that Israel is bombing the hell out of (whomever Israel was bombing the hell out of that summer).” I decided to look him right in the eye and say, “Really? I think it’s TERRIBLE.”
Do you see any wrong decisions there?
It’s never a wrong decision to end with thanks to all who helped me make all the decisions going into the creation of this post and — of course! — YOU.