I’ve got this theory that we don’t make many decisions in our lifetime. Sure, when it comes to, ‘The chicken or the beef, sir?’ we can be decisive. But it’s the bigger, life altering decisions I’m talking about.

Most people perhaps make a handful: Do I go to university or not? Is this the person I want to spend the rest of my life with? Is 65 too young to retire?

And, to be honest, I’m not even sure that many guys actually, actively decide upon those big things. They just go with the flow. They either end up following what everyone else is doing and go to Uni, or maybe financial circumstance makes the decision for them. At thirty-odd, after a few years in a relationship, it becomes time to get married. Then when 65 rolls around your boss decides whether it’s time for you to retire.

There are hoards of people ready and waiting to make decisions for you. Your mother, friends, boss, government, the people at the electricity company… will gladly point your life in a direction that works for them.

And that’s the point, without making choices you will naturally follow the twists and turns that life throws your way. At age thirty, or 40, or 50, you’ll find yourself in a place you definitely don’t want to be. At which point you’ll promptly make some rash decisions to make up for a lifetime of drifting. Friends and family will look upon the ‘new you’, buying the motorbike or telescope, and chalk it up to a midlife crises.

Nobody wants to be that guy.

So, with this ahead, now is the time to grab your life by the scruff of the neck, wrestle the decisions away from mommy and the teachers and busy bodies, with their self-serving ‘advice’ that comes with the euphemistic label, ‘your best interests at heart.’

To point your life in the direction you want to go in, you need to take the time to know yourself. It’s vital to tune in to the inner you, and listen and sense for what, of the infinite possibilities in this world, are revving your engine.

Then start making the

decisions to get there. It’s What Men Do.