Comments on: Decisionmaking: What The Cheetos Won’t Tell Me

By: Carol Ramsey

Carol Ramsey — Sun, 20 May 2012 12:47:11 +0000

Sometimes my gut is super quiet and shy. Like she’s at a party, but hiding in the bathroom. I have to get right up next to the bathroom door, with my ear to the wall, and listen very carefully. The trouble is that sometimes I’m just drinking a beer in the living room.

By: By Word of Mouth Musings

By Word of Mouth Musings — Fri, 18 May 2012 17:24:47 +0000

See, now my gut usually steers me in the right direction. Normally I am quite good at discerning personalities when it comes to evaluating the people I meet.
Then the other side of me steps in, and says, oh sure they are better than you think, trust what they say, look how they behave.
This would be the second guessing …

Then down the road, my extreme talent at this steps to the fore when these people prove that I was right in the first place and had I not second guessed myself – all would be better in my world.

Thus proving that overall I am an idiot.

By: Gigi

Gigi — Fri, 18 May 2012 03:29:14 +0000

In reply to Galit Breen. I drive my husband bananas. What a saint!

By: Missy | The Literal Mom

Missy | The Literal Mom — Thu, 17 May 2012 01:58:48 +0000

Two of my favorite bloggers all in one day! My challenge is that my gut speaks to me, loudly, and sometimes I ignore it.

Gut: I think you should say no to yet another volunteering job when you’re trying to grow your blog.

Me (inside): Gut, you are totally right.

Me (outside): Sure, I can help you out.

Arrrggghhhhh!

By: Jackie

Jackie — Wed, 16 May 2012 17:52:28 +0000

See this is what I do… throw my choices in a hat and pick one. Easy peasy!

Not really…. I either think about them to long and hard or I just make a snap decision and hope for the best!

By: Lea Ann

Lea Ann — Wed, 16 May 2012 13:27:15 +0000

You know when I can’t hear my gut speaking to me? It’s when I start asking other actual live humans for advice. I must stop that. By now I should have realized that my gut is going to say the exact opposite of 99% of the population…and so far my kids have turned out fine.

Thanks to your post, right now I’m thinking “8:23am is not too early to open that new bag of Puffed Cheetos”. It’s a good thing that today my gut is also under your spell.

By: Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson

Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson — Wed, 16 May 2012 12:51:05 +0000

Now that I have an (almost) teenager in the house, the doubting has become stronger. Should I have let him get that Facebook page? He wants a cell phone. All the other kids have them. Am I ruining his life by NOT getting him one right now, but making him wait a few more months, just until the end of the summer? He wants a laptop. (*headdesk*) We told him he could select ONE thing for his bar mitzvah. That’s what he wants. Do we reneg? Do we create a 17 page legal document telling him what he may or may not do? Or do we trust him to be the responsible person we believe him to be.

I didn’t have this syndrome until recently, but lately. Yes. A lot.

Which is why winning something from one of your fabulous giveaways is so very important to me. 😉

By: Galit Breen

Galit Breen — Wed, 16 May 2012 04:45:20 +0000

Oh yes, this.

I make quick, snap STRONG decisions.

And then I doubt them relentlessly.

(My poor husband.)

Fabulous post, you two!

By: gigi

gigi — Wed, 16 May 2012 00:05:55 +0000

In reply to Kate F. (@katefineske).

See, I’ll start to tell myself that I did the best I could…which then leads me to the question…did I REALLY do the best I could? 🙂
Vicious circle, I tell ya!

By: gigi

gigi — Wed, 16 May 2012 00:05:01 +0000

In reply to Leigh Ann. Yep...the little things are just TOUGH. Even the smallest decisions with kids can seem weighty, though, and I think that's where we can really fall prey to doubting ourselves. Parenting. So damn hard.