Don’t tell my wife about this post, because at home, I’m the WORST at making decisions. I don’t care what we have for dinner, I appreciate being fed. I don’t care what show we’re watching (as long as I’m caught up on GoT). I just like relaxing sometimes.
My attitude towards decision making has reached an age of enlightenment. A big “ah-ha” moment. I figured it out!
At work, no one likes to make a decision. For years (ok, like 15?) I’d ALWAYS defer a decision to the ‘senior’ person in the room. Especially if they were in my reporting chain. My boss is in the room? I defer to her. Her boss? Yep, I defer there.
It took me a REALLY long time to realize that the simple task of making a decision was a skill that 90% of people didn’t have, or wouldn’t take advantage of.
It reminds me of Aaron Burr. At least how Lin-Manuel Miranda portrays him in Hamilton. Dude wouldn’t pick a side. He waited for others to make a decision. “You keep out of trouble and you double your choices.” In other words, if I don’t pick a side, I won’t be wrong when the dust settles. What an awful way to live!
Once that clicked, I’ll make a decision all day long. If I’m wrong, oh well, I made a decision, and worked through it. If I made a decision, it’s because no one else would. Which means they didn’t have their own answer, or the guts to try something unknown.
…. wonder what subconsciously is pushing me to talk about failure and decisions this week?