I have often accused myself of taking the path of least resistance. Maybe it is my birth order, in the middle of the family, not wanting to make waves, following, watching and observing as the older ones paved the way. Maybe it how the gravity in the universe, the stars and the moon and the planets, lined up at my conception to arrange my chromosomes in such a way to design this “me,” this who I am.
But I think it is even more complicated than the path of least resistance. I think I have a hard time making up my mind. It is while I am trying to decide what to do, that it appears I am taking a path of least resistance. My problem is clarity. I see the other side; two sides to every story. You know, “on the other hand.” Maybe if my life had taken a different path, I could have been a lawyer, arguing either side, defense attorney or prosecutor, arguing for the sake of the law, not for what is “right.”
What is right? What is wise? That is my problem. What is the right thing to do? Once I have that clarity and know, then I have the emotional fortitude to carry forth, but I have a hard time getting to that point. That is why it “appears” as if I am taking the path of least resistance. I know what is right when it comes to the “basics,” like the Ten Commandments; it is all those gray areas of personal relationships, financial planning and the intricacies of living life that stump me.
I have someone in my life now that I have to manage differently. I am trying to decide “how” to do that; until then I wait, observe, and mull it over.
My swimming pool plaster was beginning to chip off and hurt my grandchildren’s feet as we swam last summer. What to do? When to do it? I did the research; I took several quotes. I talked to other pool owners. I could not take the path of least resistance, this had to be done. I managed the funds. I made a decision; the work has started. Yesterday the pool was emptied, down the drain.
Down the drain, so easy . . . now for another decision . . . .