Yesterday I had to make a bad decision. It was bad because either way it was going to suck. On the one hand, there would be the lingering emotional discomfort of having made a decision to cease and desist, that was contrary to everything I’d been doing for the past month. On the other hand there would be the lingering physical discomfort and certain indignity from having made a decision to proceed as planned, that was contrary to what I’d call common sense.
I chose the easy one.
The sun is shining. The birds are singing. The garbage collection truck just went by and emptied my can. The coffee is tasty. Nothing is in disarray that I can’t figure out quickly enough. I am bummed.
Yesterday after I made this crappy decision, I went to Carl’s Jr. to get a manly meal. When I got home, I took the two bags and the cup, stepped out of the truck, and locked the keys in the truck with the engine running.
I bet it took me fifteen minutes to get back inside that truck and turn off the engine. That has not happened in a long, long time.
I need to get past this bad decision I made, before I do something dumb like that again.