Dilemmas

Going With My Gut – Still Debating

on August 12, 2011

I admire people who make lists. Especially the Pro v. Con lists. When one of life’s little dilemmas creeps up, the diligent make a list, comparing the good and bad, weighing the options and worst case scenario.

I don’t do this. Well, not always. I’m more a go with my gut kind of person. Now that I have a considerable number of decision-making years behind me, I can look back and see this method has not always served me well.

Upon examination, the first thing I realize is that I’m a terrible judge of character. Discouraging, but we’ll leave that for another day. The second is less clear. I’ve made some big decision, often sacrificing a good circumstance for not as good, that ultimately paid off in the end. Or so far, since I haven’t reached “the end” just yet. Thank the heavens.

When I debated whether or not to move halfway across the country, I tried weighing all the facts and factors, but in the end, followed the signs. The town to which I would be moving happen to be a beach town and it was as if life started throwing every “beachy” sign in my way. At a certain point I looked up and yelled, “Fine! I get it!”

And here I am living three miles from the Atlantic. Best move I ever made. However, life wasn’t peachy from day one. Let’s just say life got HARD before it got better. Does that mean I made the wrong decision? I don’t think so.

You might have guessed I’m currently trying to make a decision about something. This isn’t exactly subtle. The good news is, this decision is nowhere near the “moving cross country” or “career changing” sort. But it could impact my bank account and my fragile sanity.

I’m considering adopting another cat. I already have two so you’re probably wondering WHY I’m even thinking about adding another. The answer can only be found in my gut. Every time I go through my local Pet Smart store, I go by the kitties up for adoption. I look and coo and long and then the voice in my head says, “The litter box is bad enough already.” Hang a left and I break the spell.

But the other night, there was this pretty little girl named Sunshine and I can’t get her face out of my head. She’s the right age, the right size, and could fit our little cat pack perfectly. But then there are yearly vet bills and food and litter and litter boxes and what will my current cats think??

I’m torn. Do I go with my gut and believe things will work out? Should I push my luck and hope she’ll slide into the family with no problems? Is giving this sweet kitty a forever home worth all the hassle?