— Jack Donaghy.
God, the number of times I have wanted to say this out loud so far this week? Too many times.
Except I’m about 30 years younger, female, non-awesome and non-Jack Donaghy.
I feel like what Jacky D must have felt like choosing between Nancy and Avery in Season 4 of 30 Rock.
He had these two remarkable, gorgeous women who appealed to his different hopes and dreams. He couldn’t juggle both. The only way forward was to choose between them, but choosing one meant losing the other. He looked to his heart for direction.
I’m faced with a potentially life-altering decision right now. It doesn’t involve two women, or even people per se, but rather it involves choosing among the most alluring of life’s mistresses – that thing they call a career. It’s not sexy or romantic at all. More practical and necessary.
To have choices is a privilege.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am one of the most hopelessly indecisive people on the planet. I avoid making decisions. I hate it. I’ll leave my options as open for as long as possible. I let fate shut my
elevator doors for me. I don’t wanna be one of those jerks who bitch and moan about difficult life decisions, privileged decisions that some people would kill to have. I have to keep reminding myself of how lucky I am to have options.