I grew up with a perfectionist father. He would agonize over decisions because it had to be the RIGHT decision. I inherited this family trait: "Decisional Impairment." I learned to fear decisions because I might make the WRONG one. What if? The road not taken, The grass is greener,You make a decision, you'll have to live with it, I might change my mind! Freedom OF choice or freedom FROM choice? Often, I want the latter, because then, I wouldn't have to decide.
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