Decisions

    


      NaBloPoMo  posed the question today whether I would rather make decisions alone or try to work them out with another person.  This is an easy one for me to answer!!


    

         I admit I prefer working out important decisions with my husband.  Being a traditional girl, I fell in love, got married, and then had kids in that order.  When I said “I do” I entered into a partnership until death.  Instead of just me being affected, there are more people involved who include my husband and kids.  He is my best friend and probably knows me better than anyone on the planet, so I trust his judgment.  I like approaching problems as a team instead of blindly walking into the abyss alone trying to decide which the best possible way is.  It makes a great scapegoat because then I can say “Well, I only did what YOU said!! “  

       It is always nice to get a second opinion when making decisions because maybe someone else will present an angle you hadn’t contemplated.  I like to look at all angles and make damn sure my decision is the best I can make considering the circumstances.  The last thing I want is to make a bad decision and be forever sorry. I usually handle figuring out what bills to pay but I always talk to my husband and get his input in the process.  After all, even though the money he makes is theoretically our money, since he worked hard to earn it, I feel he deserves to know where it goes.  I would appreciate the same consideration if the roles were reversed.  When deciding what to cook for supper I ask everyone what they are hungry for and open the floor for debate.

       So in answer to the question of would I rather make decisions alone or work them out with someone else, I would have to say I value others opinions to help me make my decisions.  I may decide to absorb everyone’s views and then decide to take my own path anyway after having thought about each opinion and all the options available.  There are some things in life that come up that only you know the answers to.  Sometimes you have to resort to asking the old eight ball from childhood, and even though I tend to trust my gut, I still tend to appreciate and seek opinions from the peanut gallery for most big decisions until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.