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Decisioneering; the Art of too much process

Okay, I now believe I am onto something. And not like Walker Texas Ranger with the mono-expressive mug and the kick somebody’s ass in the process onto something, oh no, it is more of an “Ah-Ha!” moment like Agent Dave Kujan in the Usual Suspects when he realizes he just was spun a tall tale by Kaiser Soze himself.

Decision process has been addressed by many, and almost all more qualified in formal, scientific and practical education then me. So I take the position of being one of the
Cult of the Amateur, (great read by the way), monkeys and I proffer; Decisoneering (TM Pending Viral Adoption).

Decisioneering is the over-engineering of a simple decision because you can. In fact by using Decisioneering often the event that drove the decision point is over, closed out and has expired by the time the Decisioneered solution has been finalized. It is the equivalent of deciding whether to swat and kill a fly now with whatever is at hand or, via researching, proposing, socializing, re-researching, re-proposing, and finally deciding to kill the fly via an elaborate
Rube Goldberg device which is well researched and effective, but the fly has left the room.

The point here is, when there is a lot of intellectual bandwidth for a decision in the room, resist the temptation to max bandwidth and get to the right decision more efficiently.

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