My daughter is picking her high school – 2 good options – and she’s tormented by it.
We all are.
I’ve made a career out of helping people make decisions. I know the exercises, I have the tactics, the methods, the rubrics.
That doesn’t make the actual decision-making any easier. Often you do your calculations and just end up staring at the answer.
Making and sticking to a decision can feel like an organ transplant, like an amputation: willingly giving a part of yourself away.
We want our parts forever and we want them to grow to their fullest.
But like a rhododendron, we can’t just be left to grow; we have to clip our leaves to make room for growth. And while we’re holding the shears it never feels like growth.
That’s the hard part: being both the shears and the flower and not being able to see what’s to come out of the stem next.
We’re afraid we won’t like the shape we’re carving.
Fortunately – and this is easy to forget at the scene of a decision – we never have to put the shears down, and we never stop blooming.