Second Guessing is no art form....

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Everyone who knows me knows I really struggle with making decisions and always second guess myself.  Even when I make a decision about something after giving it a lot of thought,  my decision will slowly eat me up and then I get stuck thinking I made the wrong decision.  Often, it can go as far as me wishing I could take my decision back!


My second guessing is awful, When I make any decision, for better or for worse, it effects change, sometimes I find it’s scary to be responsible for the change we effect. I think deep down I worry because we never know where our decisions will lead us and we can’t know before making them what the aftermath might be, but only after making the decision can we deal with what comes next.  At school we were always told that a decision that hurts someone's feelings is a wrong decision but as an adult in my late 30s, I believe there is no such thing as a wrong decision because we course correct which helps us grow into adulthood, we learn from the past and build on this for the future.

I am trying to stop myself second guessing by learning to trust myself, decisions often force me into areas where I am not comfortable and this is when the second guessing occurs - because of my discomfort.  I need to stop telling myself, I have made a wrong decision, any decision will allow me to grow and learn no matter the outcome.  

Time is precious when making decisions because it gives us an opportunity to fix all sorts of things we think we may have screwed up. There is power in simply letting things go and deciding to re-evaluate them at a future date, this is what often happens to me.

I always try and joke and say I am work under construction, I am not who I was yesterday and I am not who I will be tomorrow. So, I always attempt to make peace with that. Life is full of second chances.




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