At the moment, my memory is in shambles. I am stressed at the choices I have to make –stay in Houston, or move to Virginia. The home I liked my son dithered on it to make a bid on my behalf. I could visulize myself there, planning fruit trees to be planted and a vegetable garden. Alas it’s not to be.
The one still available on the market is in a terrible state of disrepair. My son S wants me to make up my mind over it. It has got all the three good schools— elementary, middle and high, and S thinks if I needed to sell it at a later stage it’s a plus point. I don’t like it at all. It’s big for me — all I want is a two bedroom house and that’s it. S says I can work on it one room at a time. I don’t like the work it entails and my heart feels heavy at the choices I need to take.
Tell us about a time when you had to choose between two options, and you picked the unpopular choice.
One’s need courage to make a choice, and then the conviction to act upon it. I am a terribly indecisive person. When I have a choice, I am at my wit’s end at making a decision.
To get over at indecisiveness I have formulated a plan.
If it’s a major decision about buying something (this works for any decision I make), I write the pros, and cons of it. I list the price, see which one will have more advantages. Is it affordable, within my means?
Finally ask for God’s help that my choice will turn out okay, then I go for it.
My (late) husband always advised “go for the best”. He would say “this way you are satisfied with your choice”.
Write about a time you had a Goldilocks experience, exploring different choices and finally arriving at “just right.”
Daily Prompt: No Apologies
What’s the one guilty pleasure you have that’s so good, you no longer feel guilty about it?