My 11-year old nephew takes forever to make a decision. Really. Family dinners out are always an interesting event; usually resulting in the waitress coming back 3-4 times to see if we are ready to order. We usually aren’t. My nephew is always full of questions like, “Will I like it?” “What happens if I don’t like it?” “What does it taste like?” and “What are you getting?” (asked to everyone sitting at the table).
During a recent family visit, I wondered to myself why it was so hard for my nephew to decide on anything. I think, like most of us, he is simply worried that he may make the wrong decision. For him – an 11 year old child – having to sit through a meal that he ends up hating, well it’s a big deal (ahh to be a kid again). Well I think he holds the same fear and trepidation we all have when it comes to making a decision. When we are faced with decisions like whether or not we should: accept a new job, start a family, move to a new city, buy a new home — these are all big deals and ones that can make even the easiest of decision-makers shake in their boots.
I have a secret to share with you about decisions. There is no such thing as a bad decision. Okay, okay – some decisions can be classified as bad (as you will see in a minute), but bet your bottom dollar that good or bad — you will come out of the experience with knowledge and understanding – much more than you had before. And, I’ve got proof!
1. At 8 years old I thought it would be a neat idea to jump over my brother while he was break-dancing. Got that? JUMP OVER MY BROTHER WHILE HE WAS BREAK DANCING. The result: I busted my chin. What I learned: Never ever jump over my brother (or anybody for that matter) while they are break-dancing on the ground. In fact, I don’t jump over anything that moves on the ground. I learned my lesson and I have scar that reminds me of it, every single day.
2. At 16 years old I cut my own hair. I was home alone, bored and their were scissors. Result: I was a teenager who cut their own hair. What do you think the result was?
Yeah, it wasn’t good. Luckily my mother was a hair stylist and attempted to fix my very short and very crooked hair-cut. It took months to grow back and was still very short in my Senior Year High School photo. What I learned: I learned a couple from this one. The first, never cut my own hair. The second, hair grows back – so having someone cut it short (for something like Locks of Love) every now and again is a-okay.
My above examples aren’t life altering ones — but they do show that from them I learned something. When it comes to making a decision that is going to change the way you work, live or play – the only bad decision is to not make one at all. Decide, live and learn from it.

