I used to think changing my mind meant I’d made the wrong decision. Now I think it often means I know something I didn’t know when I made the decision.
There was a time when I was much more inclined to stick with things. Once I’d decided something, especially if I’d told others, changing it felt uncomfortable. If I said I was going to do something, I should do it. I’m not nearly as concerned about that anymore.
Perhaps it’s one of the advantages of getting older. I’ve made enough decisions to know that some will be good ones, some won’t, and many will be perfectly good decisions that stop making sense.
Most of us make decisions based on what we know at that particular moment. But that moment passes, and we can’t ignore this.
We choose a job because it seems right, and we make plans with friends because they sound like fun. We buy something because we think we’ll use it, and we book a holiday because the destination looks wonderful.
Then life gets in the way. The job changes, the commitment becomes more demanding than expected or the thing we bought isn’t as useful as we imagined.
None of this means the original decision was wrong. It means we have more information now.
I’ve become ...