Decisions, decisions, decisions. I like to think of myself as a decisive person. What guy doesn’t, especially when you’re in a position of leadership? Truth is, I couldn’t decide my way out of a paper bag. Life is just so darn full of dilemmas and I find myself sitting on the fence, unable to act, getting utterly frustrated. It’s debilitating. Should I stay or should I go? Should I follow my head or follow my heart? Is that shit or Shinola? To be or not to be? Should I pop in the Lamb of God or Michael Bublé CD? Should I choose paper or plastic? Coke or Pepsi? Twizzlers or Red Vines? Wear underwear or go commando? Should I devote more of my energy to the military or academia? I’m currently on the precipice of an important career decision. Then again, it feels as though perpetual change has been a constant refrain throughout my adult life. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. Given the current economy, and the potential shutdown of the government, I must balance that which I want to do with that which is more lucrative. Yes, I’m on the horns of another dilemma, even though I feel more like a lone stalagmite standing erect in a dark cavern. Or maybe I’m more like a suspended fourth chord that won’t resolve. I can’t decide.