I understand
about indecision
But I don’t
care if I get behind . . .
All I want is
to have my peace of mind.
--Peace of Mind, Boston
The song by the group Boston is devoted
to cool-it advice for folks clawing their way up the corporate ladder.
For me, though, the lines about indecision never fail to trigger a personal
rerun of emotional horror.
It’s about my introduction to the news
editor job on a newspaper many decades ago. I got behind every day, and I cared
a lot. I nearly died of indecision.
The daily workload would escalate over
three or four hours from an utterly empty beginning and nothing to work with .
. . to an onslaught of stuff from the wire, the local area and the region. Demands
would pile up, alarmingly, every day.
Managing the rush called for detailed,
rapid and overlapping decisions about editing, content, placement, priorities, and
who knows what else. I wanted to make good decisions, but I didn’t know how. I
would keep setting items aside, hoping for some moment at which all would
become clear.
It never did, of course.