Yesterday I had a big decision to make.
Well, actually it seemed like a big decision but it wasn’t. You see the washing machine wasn’t working…most of the time. The repairperson came, on time. He quickly accessed quick fixes like the machine was unbalanced on the sloping basement floor. The basket couldn’t spin properly bumping up against the front of the machine. And, there is a problem of too much soap; filling the cap full, a learned practice reinforced by the size of the cap. Why didn’t the manufacturer change the size if that is all you are supposed to use in newer machines? Does anyone read the directions on a bottle of detergent?
Now to the decision. Technically, according to the diagnostic computer assessment, there was nothing wrong. “From my experience,” he said, “the control panel is going out. You can replace it with a new one or with a refurbished one, that will work fine—it is refurbished in the same factory with the same warranty as a new one—for $291.13.”
However, “the machine seems to working fine now. You can pay $84.00 service charge and If… and then…” more decisions within the decision. Simply fixing the washing machine wasn’t so simple.
Does it really matter what choice I make? I could spend $300 and the machine could work for 91 days (1 day past the guarantee) or I could spend $85 dollars and the machine will run for 2 more years or many, many other scenarios that easily clutter my mind.
Overthinking. Trying to make the “right” decision (that means I have control of the situation). Holding this small inconvenience, or even a big one, too tightly doesn’t strengthen my grip but weakens it.
Have no anxiety about anything...seems too glossy here, but true. Today is a new day full of possibility, even that the washing machine will work.