Let’s Talk About the Weather
Interpretation by Laura McDonough
For me, decisions are like the weather. Always changing.
These (weird) days I typically wake up thinking ohmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod. And after that mantra I start thinking, what should we do? And then Rob and I talk over coffee about what we should do and we come to some sort of agreement, but by lunch we’ve already changed our minds and by supper we’re both too tired of the subject to bring it up again and then I go to bed thinking ohmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod.
If doing nothing is actually a decision then I suppose I make lots of decisions. Not that I’m a lazy do-nothing. No, no. I’m more of a busy bee, occupying my mind and body with “must-do” tasks in order to avoid making the decisions about the life questions that are causing my ohmyGod mantra.
I want to be decisive, really I do. And to be fair, eventually I get there. Eventually. But it can be a painful wait. So I dream about being decisive. I imagine what it would be like to be a more cut and dried, move on without further thought or emotion sort of person. And that’s where I get stuck because I am, without any doubt, a thought and emotion sort of person. As a matter of fact, as my age multiples so too do my thoughts and emotions.
So where does that leave me and my decision making capabilities? Mostly sunny? Chance of rain? Clouds and sun mixed?
OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod. Deep breath. I’ll get there. Eventually. I hope.