Horns

I find myself on the horns of a dilemma these days.  One that most people would probably want to have.  I have a good job with good benefits, one I can do relatively easily.  Best of all its in an industry likely to be fairly recession proof.  I also have a potential job that would move me back toward my desired profession, would also have great benefits, and would also be largely recession proof.

So my dilemma is to stay at the good job I have or switch to the good job I could have.  Some dilemma, huh?

Switching represents change and upheaval and anxiety.  Not changing represents loss and maybe missed opportunity.  I don’t want to have to choose, I don’t want the luxury of being highly employable.  Maybe I’m just whining and complaining.  My lot in life is far better than a majority in my country, which is to say, better than most in the world.

I’m struggling with a choice that could have some far-reaching effects on me and my loved ones.  Meanwhile, in Chicago and soon in Washington D.C., a man my age is getting ready to assume choices and decisions that will impact the entire planet and every living being it contains.  To me, my impending decision is no less momentous that the choices facing him.  To the world, perhaps, my dilemma is insignificant.

I’m waiting for more information and hoping it makes the choice clear and easy.  Fearing that it may just muddy the waters more without providing me a definitive answer.