I hate making choices. If you ask my husband what about me annoys him the most, he'll probably tell you that I hate making choices. I hate making choices so much, more often than not I'd rather not have a choice.

The consequences of our choices can be trivial, or they can be vast.

Painting a room involves making a trivial choice. I agonized over this choice when we painted our bonus room. After all that agonizing, I finally chose a neutral color that looked pretty much like 50 other colors in the store.

There are choices to make that promise more of an impact--and less of an "out--" than paint colors. If I had decided I didn't like the color of our bonus room, I could have driven the half-mile to Lowe's, picked out another (probably neutral!) color, and asked John to do it over again. That sounds like an awful lot of trouble, but it could be done.

So what if you're faced with a choice that can't be undone? There aren't too many of them, if you think about it. Even marriage, which is supposed to be "forever," can be undone.

What if, for example, you're looking for options, and you know in your heart that a viable one's out there, but you don't know if you'll find it in time to matter? What if one comes along, and you're not absolutely, positively sure it's the right one, but if you don't choose it, you run the risk of never getting another chance? What if you take a leap of faith, and it doesn't work? What if your (incorrect) choice leaves you unable to take advantage of another option, should it come along? Would you take a "sure" thing (just meaning you've found it) and hope that it works, or wait for something better? And what if the hourglass is invisible? How do we know when our time's running out?

What would you do?