Deciding isn't always straightfoward

The Wrong Question: Why Some Decisions Resist Being Made

Deciding is not alwas straight forward

What hesitation is protecting

Have you had those moments in life when you had to make a weighty decision and found it nearly impossible to choose between your various options? You watch others speak with confidence about advancing their career, a pivot, their five-year plan. But when you try to answer the same question for yourself, you feel a tightening. It’s not exactly confusion, but more like a refusal.

You make lists of the potential outcomes, the pros and cons. You talk to a friend. You reject, accept and reject the options again and again. You invest serious money in coaching. But somehow, clarity doesn’t arrive.

Or what about those of us who find it hard to decide how to spend their weekend, what to wear, or put pen to paper and start writing?

Over time, the hesitation starts to feel like a personal shortcoming. You wonder why a question that seems so straightforward for others keeps eluding you.

What if the problem is not that you don’t know what you want, but that you’re using the wrong kind of question to decide?

Mismatch

When something matters, we tend to assume that if we gather enough information, weigh the options carefully, and apply sufficient discipline, the right answer will reveal itself.

That works when the choice has clear boundaries: known outcomes, comparable trade-offs, and stable conditions. Many decisions do.

The difficulty begins when you are asked to take clear positions in situations that don’t meet those conditions: when the variables are interdependent, consequences unfold over time, or the choice itself changes what becomes possible next.

Those situations require orientation, responsiveness, or exploration. You can’t treat them as if deciding were a finite choice with one single correct answer.

Once you’re using the wrong kind of question, effort doesn’t help. More analysis, more advice, or putting more pressure on yourself simply reinforces the mismatch between how you’re trying to decide and what the situation actually needs.

Potential Costs

In roles where early commitment is expected before alliances, constraints, or long-term consequences have had time to surface, the demand to decide fast and firmly creates a problem. Even writer’s block is often is not an inability to produce words, but a refusal to turn provisional thought into premature definition.

You’re being asked to close possibilities, define yourself and commit to a direction before the relevant information actually exists. That makes hesitation not a lack of clarity, but a response to clear potential costs. For example, accepting a long-term collaboration can feel impossible not because the project is wrong, but because it forecloses other forms of availability, loyalty and creative alignment that haven’t yet had a chance to surface.

Or take something as mundane as choosing what to wear. On the surface, this should be simple. And yet some mornings you find yourself stuck, pulling one option after another from the wardrobe, none of them quite right. The hesitation isn’t about taste, and it’s not solved by deciding faster. What you’re actually responding to is context: who you’re going to see, how you expect the day to unfold, what role you’ll have to inhabit. The problem arises when you treat the choice as if there were a single correct answer for a situation that hasn’t fully declared itself yet.

And then there’s integrity. For example, publicly committing to a career before your sense of direction has fully formed often requires simplifying yourself, leaving parts out, or speaking with a certainty you don’t actually feel. For some people, that internal mismatch registers immediately as resistance. Rather than being afraid of commitment, they’re unwilling to build a future on a misrepresentation.

Free as a Bird

I remember well how, after I left journalism, I found myself in an enviable position: as free as a bird to choose what came next.

That felt exhilarating at first. And yet, the more open the future appeared, the harder it became to move in any one direction. Without the structure of deadlines, assignments and external necessity, every choice suddenly carried the full weight of definition.

At the time, I framed this as a problem of indecision. Surely, if I just reflected hard enough, one option would reveal itself as the right one.

Two paths seemed equally viable. I had published my first novel and could finally pursue my long-held ambition of becoming a full-time novelist. At the same time, I was increasingly drawn to the study of the subconscious mind and to working more directly with people. In hindsight, I can see how I treated the situation as a choice between two identities, assuming that clarity would come from committing to one and letting the other go.

It didn’t.

Part of the difficulty was what happens when a direction is named too quickly. Based on my first fiction (I had published non-fiction before), my publisher categorised me as a thriller writer. I found myself expected to reproduce that form, while I was still exploring other genres as well. The label arrived before my direction had settled, and once it did, it proved hard to shake. What looked like progress was, in practice, a narrowing that came too early.

Meanwhile, my work with the subconscious was deeply energising. I immersed myself in somatic psychology, learned unconventional methods, and saw meaningful change in people who had suffered trauma. Later, after moving to Brussels, I felt drawn to supporting women in leadership. Again, the work itself felt alive. But when I was asked to publicly define or pitch myself, something in me froze.

One day, on stage, I suddenly understood the difference. As a journalist, I brought other people’s stories. It was never about me. But now I was the offering.

My hesitation wasn’t about confidence or skill, but about exposure, this time. I felt naked, asking people to accept me as me, without the protective structure and status of a defined role.

Back then, however, all I saw was a flawed me, full of self-doubt and indecision.

Eroding Trust

When hesitation is treated as a flaw, the usual advice is to decide anyway, commit and keep going: fake it until you make it. Belief and trust will come later.

Sometimes that works. Often it doesn’t.

What tends to happen instead is that your energy subtly drains away. The goal may look coherent on paper, but if something in you is dragging its feet, progress becomes effortful. Motivation has to be managed. You start relying on discipline where conviction was supposed to be.

Over time, this erodes trust, not so much in the goal, but in yourself. You begin to doubt your own sense of judgement. Each new hesitation is taken as further evidence that you’re unreliable or inconsistent, rather than as information that something in the original framing was off. That inner voice starts nagging: Why can’t you just stick to something?

There’s also a cost to coherence. For example, when a goal has been chosen prematurely, reality keeps pressing against it. New information appears. Interests shift. Relationships change. But instead of adjusting course, you’re invested in defending a decision that no longer fits. The work becomes not moving forward, but maintaining alignment with the story you’ve previously told to others and to yourself.

Ironically, the harder you try to force clarity, the further away it tends to move. What began as an attempt to create direction ends up producing fragmentation: bursts of enthusiasm followed by withdrawal, periods of intense effort followed by exhaustion, repeated reinvention without a sense of accumulation.

From the outside, this can look like flakiness or a lack of perseverance. From the inside, it feels more like trying to live inside a structure that was never meant to hold the complexity of your actual trajectory.

Setting Sail

When you put all of this together, hesitation stops looking like a failure of will. It’s often called that, though, because Western society defines success as a linear path between cause and consequence. The way of thinking that approaches reality as a web of connected dots is often labelled as weird, inefficient or indeed, a recipe for failure. (This is the core argument of my book We-Mind vs. Me-Mind.)

Most people who feel stuck are not unwilling to move. They are being asked — by themselves or by others — to commit to an outcome or declare a purpose before enough movement has taken place to reveal a viable direction.

In those situations, movement means the opposite of committing to a final role or locking in a plan. It means doing work that is real but reversible: writing without deciding what kind of writer you are, taking on projects without naming a career shift, showing up to conversations without turning them into declarations. Action may look unfocused or erratic from the outside, but it is doing essential work.

That kind of movement teaches you what holds your attention, where resistance reliably appears, and which forms of effort deepen rather than drain you. Over time, patterns start to repeat. Those patterns create direction, a coherence that becomes visible because it keeps re-emerging.

Then again, that direction does not need to be permanent. It can remain provisional and revisable. Adjusting it is not failure; it is part of how the course establishes itself. What matters is that movement stays responsive to what you’re learning, rather than obedient to a definition that was fixed too early.

This is not settling, and it is not avoidance. Avoidance avoids movement. Settling accepts misalignment.

Look at it this way: early explorers didn’t set sail because they knew exactly where they would end up. They learned where they were going by moving, adjusting course, and responding to what the sea revealed.

That shift in thinking doesn’t solve everything. But it restores a basic trust: that clarity can be earned through action, rather than demanded upfront.