Momming Between a Rock and a Hard Place
I’ve said this before, and I’ll say this again. I’m not good at making decisions. I’m pretty much the worst. I remember sitting in Donald Miller’s Storyline conference and hearing him say something to the effect of “Good characters make clear and quick decisions. They don’t waste time on the things that don’t matter.” Within a few minutes we’d broke for lunch and I stood in the cafeteria of Point Loma completely paralyzed for what felt like an eternity, deciding whether I wanted bread with my salad, and if so what kind? A roll? Croissant? Texas Toast? White or wheat? Or should I go all in and make it a half sandwich? Crazy, right?! In that same conference I heard that Obama used to wear the same suit and eat the same boring bowl of oatmeal almost every morning. Because he knew that he had important, world-changing decisions to make every single day and he wasn’t going to waste that kind of mental energy standing in his closet or weighing cereal choices. I envy that. In my defen...