Do you ever have those times in your life where it appears every decision you make is wrong? I mean, every. single. decision.
Like having to go to an appointment where it takes 45 minutes to get there, crossing two bridges and negotiating several highways….and every route you choose is backed up, every lane change you make immediately becomes a stand still….and the 45 minute travel time becomes 90 minutes?
Oh yes, you also decided not to use the bathroom before leaving home, and, not to gross anyone out, your bladder is in spasm.
What happens to me is that I become so focused on the succession of wrong decisions I made, that it impacts every other decision or choice I make no matter how small. It comes down to believing if I can’t make the right decisions on small things, what makes me think I will be able to make bigger choices with better results?
I dislike being wrong. It must be a matter of too much pride on my part. I don’t like others to see that I make mistakes. When I hit these streaks of erroneous decisions, my response it to let others make the choices for me. Silly things like what to have for dinner, and more important things like choosing a landscaper or deciding how much income to set aside for taxes. I want no part of it. Let them be wrong.
The realization then hit me that life is one big chunk of time, given to us to do whatever we are called on to do. Life, then, is a series of decisions we have to make on our own to accomplish this mission, and we live with the consequences if the choice made takes us down a rabbit hole for a bit. At some point we get ourselves back on track.
As the Reverend Father Jacques Philippe wrote in his book, Searching for and Maintaining Peace:
The one who accepts peacefully the idea of being wrong from time to time and accepts that others know it manifests true humility and a true love of God.
The Lord loves him more who knows how to decide for himself without equivocating, even when uncertain.
Make the choices and live with it. After all, in most instances, being wrong doesn’t hurt anybody; but I could be wrong.