I'm selling a friend. Decision made.
The decisions we carry alone
Particular pressure comes with being the person people expect to handle things.
Your team trusts your judgment. Your clients expect answers. You’ve made difficult calls before. Yet there's that one decision you’ve been carrying around for weeks.
You’ve looked at the numbers. Played out the scenarios. Asked people you trust. You’ve probably made the decision several times, and then unmade it.
And occasionally, at 3:40 am, you convene the board: Fear, Doubt, and Pride.
Fear presents the worst-case scenario as if it were the most probable one.
Doubt questions your competence using evidence from a decade ago.
Pride reminds you that choosing the safer option might make you look small.
Since none of them vote, how about we let a fourth member join the board?
Structure says:
What actually matters here?
What information would genuinely change my decision?
What am I waiting to know that can only be discovered by choosing?
I invite you to try this
Think of the decision you've been circling and ask yourself:
What do I already know?
What do I genuinely still need to know?
What am I afraid will happen if I'm wrong?
Three questions. One piece of paper. Three minutes.
Stuck to Decided: A live webinar
Tuesday, September 15, 6:00 pm, Arabian Standard Time (AST).
Many of us have decisions we've been circling for weeks.
In this webinar, I'll show you how to recognize which pattern you're in and what actually breaks the cycle. Just a clear look at why good leaders stall and what gets them moving again.
Meanwhile, I'm selling a friend...
I bought Estrella de Kawasaki from a friend, her second owner, almost five years ago. She's been good to me. And I to her.
She made it easier for me to learn how to ride. We skidded a few times together, collected a few scratches and bruises, but nothing major.
She's taken me through the mountains and along the coast of Lebanon, in 40°C heat and cold pouring rain. Through Beirut traffic, blackouts, fuel shortages, and every version of chaos this city threw at us. She started every single time I asked her to.
The seat softened into a shape that fits only me. Her engine has a sound I could pick out of a hundred bikes. Somewhere along the way, she stopped being transportation and became a witness to five years of my life.
But I've moved on. A Moto Guzzi, with a different purr and stronger muscles, has been my ride for the past few months.Estrella deserves someone who'll put her back on the road and show her places she hasn't seen yet.
If you want a bike with character and a story in every little scratch, reach out. Or, if you're in Beirut September 10–14, see her at the Vintage Market in Badaro.
She's ready for you.
:)Frrrrrm. Brrrrrm.
Last question
What decision are you still thinking about because thinking feels safer than choosing?