Decisions, decisions

I have never been very good at making decisions.  Well, that is not completely true.  I am very good at deciding I want something and going for it.  Where I struggle is when I have too many options.  It is so hard for me to look at a bunch of different options, all of which are good in some way or another, and choose.  Right now, I am trying to decide where we are going to switch Frankie for day care/preschool, and I am agonizing over this decision.  We have toured every preschool or day care within a 5 mile radius of our house, and I have narrowed it down to my top two choices.  The problem is that they are completely different.  They are both the best at what they are, and I just have to decide which route I want to go.  But how do I know which route to choose?  I have no idea now what kind of kid Frankie will be.  Will he be creative and love to learn?  Will he hate school?  Will he care more about having a lot of friends or mastering multiplication by age 5?  Oh, how I hate these decisions.

In my life, I have had to make "big" decisions like this only a few times--when I decided where to go to law school and when I decided which law firms to spend my 2L summer with.  I have always felt torn between doing what is the most prestigious and objectively "best" and doing what is best based on more subjective factors--quality of life, money, people, or location.  With law school, I chose to go to a less prestigious school because I really liked Washington DC and because the school offered to pay for my tuition.  Then...I absolutely hated law school.  I often wonder where I would be if I had chosen differently.  I think this is the decision that shaped the rest of my life, because I do not think I would have married Frank or moved to Dallas if I had gone to law school in New York as I had originally planned.  Then, in my second year of law school, I had to make my next big decision:  which firm should I go work for.  Again, I did not choose the "best" firm I interviewed with.  When I was a summer associate, it was common for people to split their summers with two different firms.  I actually tried to split with three firms, because I really could not decide between my two favorites, and I wanted to have a middle-of-the-road firm too.  At the first firm where I started practicing, I thought I hated being a lawyer and did not even know if I wanted to work at all.  Now, after being at my new firm for a little over a year, I can finally say that I enjoy what I do!  Maybe the lesson in all of this is that no matter what choices I make, I just have to trust that God has a plan for me, for Frankie, and for my family, and that everything will work out in the end.  But I still wish that someone else would just make this decision for me.