I have only myself to blame Featured

10:01am EDT July 22, 2002

There are few things I dread more than preparing for a move. No matter how appealing the new neighborhood, no matter how much better the new floor plan may suit my needs, no matter how exciting it is to select new carpeting and paint colors, I can’t stand all the disruption—and the anxiety—a move creates.

I thought things would be different this time. It was our office that was moving, not my home. We signed our new lease nearly six months before the move date, rather than just a few weeks ahead of time. We were using a professional moving company, too, not my father’s 1978 Ford Econoline van, a rented U-Haul and a handful of well-meaning, but hurried friends who’d rather be sipping cold beer and watching sports than unloading lamps and boxes on a Saturday afternoon.

This time, we even had a godsend of a moving coordinator—our very own Kim Vucelich—who painstakingly tracked every detail, from when to defrost our office refrigerator to how many boxes we’d need to pack up our files. Talk about organization. I didn’t have to worry about a thing.

So why, then, did I dread this move so much? I didn’t even have to send out scores of address change notices or arrange for our phones to be forwarded to the new number. Kim handled all that.

Perhaps my anxiety came from the fact that moving preys on one of my weaknesses: my reluctance to make quick decisions. I like to have time to ponder ideas and data. That may not seem so bad until you realize how much paperwork can stack up in the process. Organizing for a move forces me to make decisions I’ve been putting off. Long-forgotten, buried files stare me in the face and demand action: either toss it or act on it. No indecision allowed.

More than once, as I packed the contents of my desk drawers, I was dismayed at the number of ideas I should’ve picked up and run with months ago. By putting them off, the decisions were made for me. In most cases, they’d collected too much dust to salvage. Shame on me.

I often blame my busy schedule for this nasty little habit. But everyone is busy these days. That excuse just won’t cut it anymore.

Although I’ve never been big on New Year’s resolutions, this looks like a good one to me. It’s time I held myself accountable for my indecisiveness.

After all, a delayed decision is a missed opportunity. And missed opportunities can kill you in this—or just about any—business.

So here’s to less pondering and more decision-making in 1999. And here’s to Kim, for making this move one of the smoothest on record.

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