I once wrote that I am the Peyton Manning of making decisions. Not because I am a record setting, future Hall of Famer, but because of how long it takes to get things in motion. Like Manning who switched plays at the line of scrimmage, just barely beating the play-clock, I constantly change my mind and take way too much time to make even the smallest of choices.
I kinda don’t know why I do that. I recognize, I am prone to over thinking, but I also recognize that 9 times out of 10, the outcome of the decision morphs so much that is doesn’t even resemble the many scenarios that I previewed in my head. Just another reminder that I am bad at predicting the future (which I’ve also written about).
I guess I just figure that the decision is the most important thing.
Maybe I am wrong.
Maybe the decision (while important) is not the end credits. Maybe it is the opening scene.
Sometimes making a decision feels like we are breaking through that tape at finish line and confetti is floating all around us. But that is not the case. Deciding just starts the race.
Or as Paulo Coelho puts it in his great book,
making a decision was only the beginning of things. When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision.”
Maybe I do not need to run through every scenario before making a decision. I can’t accurately predict what is going to happen, anyway. Maybe I am better off limiting the paralysis by analysis and just choosing. And then spend my brain power adjusting to the many places the decision may take me.
What do you think?