Making decisions

Lately, there have been a lot of forks in the road.

That is to say, that I have been making some big decisions. Decisions about work, and life, and balance.

Let me back up for a moment and tell you that I am very good at making decisions. I am very good at listening to my gut. I don’t hesitate around decisions, because I am always listening to my gut.

But lately, I could not make a decision to save my life. And when I asked the Universe what to do, the Universe was silent.

So I started asking everyone I knew what I should do. My mentors. My family. My closest mom friends.

And I came away with a lot of advice, but never an answer.

My dad reminded me that my choices were not right or wrong. That they were just choices. And choices have consequences. And either way, I would live with the consequences.

And I was dramatic. I cried a lot. I even cried during the workday, which is something I believe one should never do.

And then I was finally forced to make some choices. I was reminded that I can’t have it all.  

And then I drove home, pulled in the driveway, and my little boy smiled and ran to the car. He told me about his day in bits and phrases. He did a big jump on the porch steps to show off his skills. And the sun set and the day ended. And tomorrow, there will be more choices. More consequences. More smiles from a little boy.