A woman I knew in college used to say that all the time. Whenever we had to make a choice about something and there was a bit of back and forth or the slightest hemming and hawing, she’d shrug and say it. I’d never heard anyone use “lousy” in that way, and she remains the only person I’ve ever heard say it. The phrase has stuck with me all these years. Just to be clear:
“Lousy with — Slang. well supplied with or filled with, often to excess: Our city is lousy with bad drivers. I wish I were lousy with money like my boss.”
(Thank you, Dictionary.com)
I’m thinking of this comment tonight. I wouldn’t exactly describe my life in this moment as being “lousy with options,” but there are some things right now that require action from me. Some are good, or interesting, or at least not difficult. A couple are decidedly difficult, and I’ve struggled to get to the place where I feel able to make any kind of choice.
And that’s where I am now: the place for hard choices. Moving ahead and planning my surgery was one, but there are a handful of others on deck. My head was full of them today, leaving me wishing for the handy cheat of a little clairvoyant support.
What do you do when a big, important decision is hanging over your head? That’s an actual question. I welcome any and all suggestions in the comments.
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