A Life of Decisions

It sometimes feels as though our lives are a constant stream of decisions. Growing up, those that seem important at the time – who to play with in the playground or who to invite to your birthday party – soon become inconsequential as the years tick by. Reaching those all-important teenage years and the decision of friendships and social circles still stand, but boys and early career decisions are included into the mix. From GCSEs to A-Levels and beyond, we are consistently told these are the decisions that will form our career path. At that age, it’s difficult to ascertain where you’d like to be in 5 or 10 years’ time.

I still remember my mum telling me, as I revised for my GCSE exams – that all my doors were still open. I’m guessing now a few of those have shut with decisions I have made – is that a worrying thought?

Now, in your mid-to-late twenties, the decisions begin again. Only the other day my friend and I were talking about this new stage in our lives. It’s all about finding the one. Not just in love, though of course this does come into it, but in your job, your home, your circumstance. In school or college we were so used to following a mould, forever being told that further education was the answer when in fact it isn’t, at least not for everyone.

As you grow older, you start to make your own – often life-changing – decisions and must (rightfully so) except the consequences. If, like me, you believe everything happens for a reason, accepting those decisions you made at the time becomes a little easier. For whatever reason, at that point in time, it’s what you wanted. It can feel overwhelming though, almost as if you’re not ready to commit to anything too concrete.

Do you want to stay at one company for the entirety of your working life like your parents? Do you want to buy a house now, and if so, do you rely on getting ‘that feeling’ when you go to view it to decide whether it’s the one? What about bridesmaids or a maid of honour when you decide to get married?

As you grow older still, the questions and decisions still follow. What should retirement involve? Do you want to start a new business venture? Or re-mortgage the house and escape off on a round-the-world cruise?

Perhaps I’m thinking too much into it. Perhaps we all are. Perhaps it’s better just to take one decision at a time. Even if it’s the wrong one, things have a habit of sorting themselves out in the end, don’t they?