choices

When I am not seeing beautiful clients Upstairs, I do a little bit of work with a fantastic, Small Organisation That Does Good Stuff.

When I first started there, I saw the work as a relatively short-term solution, a way to fill a gap. I had just finished my Masters, I had returned to Melbourne and was re-establishing my business. I wanted something that had meaning, that would allow me to use my skills and that would keep me fed. I wasn’t looking for anything more.

But you know, it’s curious. Now that my business is flourishing and I no longer need to work elsewhere, I find myself not wanting to leave. I hadn’t realised the inspiring people I would meet, the connections I would make, the happiness I would feel.

Clients often share with me their fears of making a Wrong Decision. Sometimes [they tell me], that fear grows so powerful that in order to avoid making a mistake, they find themselves doing nothing at all. But then paralysis feels almost worse than potentially making The Wrong Decision (the wrongness of which was never actually clear in the first place). Exhausting.

I wonder: what is that makes us think that we can predict what will or won’t turn out to be a good or bad decision (and, come to think of it, what’s going on with those labels anyway?)

When faced with A Big Decision, we can only really go gently. Making choices that connect with what feels right. And then trusting that what we did was right [because it resonated with who we really are].

Tags: choices, happiness, self