Every human is born with natural decision-making ability. Unfortunately, some have lost their capacity through conditioning.
I have always been decisive – I would say (as would those who know and love me) that determination (stubbornness) is a large part of my personality. My husband, Mike, jokes that I can walk into a furniture store to shop for a couch and come out ten minutes later having made the purchase.
I don’t waffle, and I don’t second guess; I quite, simply, jump in and go for it. Yes! I do my homework and make informed choices (measure twice – cut once). I trust the experts and the process. However, I have always understood that nothing is permanent and, in my mind, never totally finished – everything is a work in progress. When you learn more – you merely adjust your original calculations (the simplest definition of science).
When I make those inevitable mistakes or missteps, I work to own them and rectify them. I also understand going in that some fixes will be more expensive than others. Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop me.
The thing is, failing to make a decision is a decision in itself. One that can be (way more) harmful, painful, and costly than any other path you could have actively chosen.