What if it’s not about giving up on things?

There’s this thing that happens that drives me crazy. Well, it’s a thing that I do.

I can put off making a decision — for what turns into way too long — because I don’t want to have to weigh all the pros and cons.

So then I finally get around to doing the thing or making the change … and it turns out that the compromise I was dreading was a essentially a false compromise. In fact, nonexistent.

A bunch of examples?

1. The compromise of cleaning things.

About two years ago my gentleman friend and I decided that we weren’t going to use chemicals to clean the house anymore. And we weren’t going to support box stores.

Because oof.

We decided to make all of our own cleaning supplies from natural ingredients.

Here is the compromise we thought we were going to be making:

Sure, it might be more expensive and it might be more time-consuming, and it might be harder work … but it would be worth it!

It would be worth it, we figured, for all sorts of reasons. We would be treating our house with love. And our bodies. So … good for the house, good for us and good for the world.

It seemed like a fair trade-off.

Here is what actually happened. There was no trade-off.

More expensive? Hardly. Most of the materials we already have in our kitchen anyway … and how expensive is stuff like baking soda? We’re saving money.

More time-consuming? Hahahaha. Not at all. Just the opposite.

For one thing, we don’t have to go out to the store to get cleaning stuff. And it takes all of two minutes to whip up a batch of simple scrubbing solution.

More work? Oh. My. God. If I had only known — not like I would have believed it — that a mixture of baking soda, dish detergent and vinegar would clean my sink faster and better than all the products I’d been using…

I hardly even know what to say, other than wow, I feel completely foolish. There was no compromise.

There was just the thing that’s way better and the thing that’s way worse. Nothing more.

2. The compromise of being a woman.

Guys, you can skip this if you want.

This was already many years ago. I remember the first time I read the statistics.

Like that women — just in the United States — landfill or incinerate 11.3 billion “disposable” menstrual products each year. That it takes about five hundred years for one of these to partially biodegrade.

And that’s just the tip of the bad-for-you, bad-for-the-planet iceberg.

Shocking, right? Ugh.

So I made what I thought was the fair compromise. I researched little cup thingies and flannel liner thingies.

I figured okay, this might be more expensive. It might be more of a pain. It might screw up my life a little bit and be inconvenient –but at least I won’t be contributing to those ugly numbers.

It seemed like the reasonable thing to do. Like, not being part of that statistic made those other things worth it.

Boy was I ever wrong. Again.

Turns out that it’s cheaper. It’s more comfortable. You don’t have to worry about the possibility of things like chemical-treated rayon threads hanging out in your freaking cervix. Or Toxic Shock Syndrome, tfu tfu tfu. And it’s not even slightly inconvenient.

All you need is a pretty ceramic pot to put on a shelf in your bathroom, and a nice bag to keep in your purse. Not a big deal at all.

Not a big deal because it isn’t even really a compromise.

You’re saving time, you’re saving money, you’re saving your health, and — if not saving the environment, at least inflicting less damage. And that’s it.

Yes, it would be worth even if it sucked — but it doesn’t. No compromise.

3. The compromise of…?

I can think of at least four other examples like this in my life. But I want to figure out what I haven’t thought of.

There are so many decisions I find myself putting off until there’s time to decide.

Whether or not to hire a more regular bookkeeper. Do we really even need our car? Should I outsource x, y or z? Would I feel better if I did yoga twice a day instead of once?

The compromise of investing in yourself: it’s never a compromise.

My experience tells me that when I do the thing I think is right, everything else just kind of falls into place.

The stuff I think is going to be hard… not so hard. The things I think I’m going to have to give up … I didn’t want them anyway. I didn’t even like them. Or they’re not relevant. Or I was just wrong.

So what am I waiting for?

I think a lot of the time I feel this pressure to sit down and really give the new decision an interview. To figure out if it’s right for me or not. To mourn what I think I’m going to lose. And that’s legitimate, obviously.

It’s just that … here’s the thing.

Generally I don’t have time — or I don’t think I have the time, or I wildly exaggerate the amount of time needed — to sit down and just do the whole decision-making processing thing.

So I skip it. I put it off. I wait a little longer.

And then — finally — when I sit down and look at it, I generally know right away that it’s right. There is no need for compromise.

What if there’s only good stuff?

Sometimes it’s not weighing the good stuff versus the bad stuff, but recognizing that there is only good stuff. And that drives me batty, because really, it’s so much easier to slip into the pattern of wondering and delaying.

Every time I invest in myself, my health, my business or my general happiness, it’s turned out to be completely worth it. And it’s also turned out not to have been the sacrifice that I’d imagined it would be.

Good feeds good.

Health feeds health.

A happy home gives back to you, just like a happy body.

Or a happy business.

I don’t know yet what I’m missing out on. Obviously.

But I’m getting geared up to try more new things. Maybe even a lot of new things. At least a few.

And I’m going to see if I can do it WITHOUT automatically assuming that I’m going to have to give something up in order to receive. Because maybe it doesn’t have to work like that.

The Fluent Self