Lemme preface my remarks by saying that I was going to write this thoughtful and well-reasoned post about how and why we make choices, and how we should take into account how compatible our styles of decision-making are to the decision-making styles of those we care about, whether they be people we love, like, work with, carpool with, or whatever.
My post was going to be based on a piece I came across a few days ago entitled “The Gift of Choice” by life coach and motivational speaker Lolly Daskal, whom I follow on Twitter. I will say that it was a really good piece…if you’re into that kinda thing, you’ll probably agree with me.
But I’ve been playing around with the point I *really* wanted to make in my mind and decided (yes, I chose) that I really didn’t want to make my original point.
I’m just gonna come out and say what I really want to say: Choosing sucks.
There are those who would say that as a woman, I am confronted with too many choices. And,they will also say that, as a woman, I’m not really equipped with the right skill sets to sift through all of the options available to me and make the best or most appropriate decisions.
Perhaps those people are right. It doesn’t really matter to me one way or another anymore. I don’t care about the science or mechanics of decision-making, or whether or not men make better choices than women.
The bottom line is, I don’t want to choose. Moreover, I don’t care about trading up to more, or better, or faster, or higher or cuter, or snazzier, roomier, brighter, crisper, or crunchier.
I don’t want any of it.
Deep down inside, I want a man who is strong enough, confident enough and sure enough to decide for me.
Here’s what I would say to that special man: “You choose. You tell me what you want, and I’ll be happy to oblige you.”
I think I may be regressing. Or maybe I’ve turned a corner. Either way works for me. You choose.
- Pros and Cons of Shared Decision Making (brighthub.com)