I made a poor choice this past Saturday.
I didn’t know it at the time, but by lunchtime today, it was beyond clear.
The broccoli, purchased on Saturday, was bad.
On Saturday, I had no way of knowing that rot lay just beneath the surface of the little cruciferous trees. I make an effort to “eat the rainbow” every week at lunch and I lacked a green hue. The broccoli sported no brown spots and carried no fetid odor. That, and the fact they were on sale clinched the deal – it was to be a week of broccoli for lunch.
Except a week turned into one day when the bad odor greeted me from the microwave today and the blackened and soggy end conformed it. Yesterday, I enjoyed my broccoli. Today, it horrified me. And, upon returning home, I immediately purged my fridge of all of its brethren and found a replacement side in the freezer.
And that happens sometimes.
We choose poorly.
Not just broccoli. But jobs. Homes. Financial moves.
Even, and maybe especially, spouses.
We make subpar choices motivated by the catchy signs that distract us from what we really need to see. Or, we see no immediate impairment and so we assume the coast is clear. We make a decision based upon some factors while we studiously ignore others.
Perhaps we know immediately that the choice was a bad one. Yet all too often, we get to enjoy our choice for a time (after all, there is a reason you made it) before becoming aware of the other side.
Now, you can berate yourself for choosing poorly. Call yourself “stupid” as you endlessly play back the faulty selection.
Or, you can instead be grateful for the time you enjoyed when you thought you had chosen well and learn how to pick better the next time.