I'm the queen of indecision--wait. Do I really want to write about this? It's something I struggle with, but will anyone else relate? Still, if I don't write about it, I'll probably wish later that I had. On the other hand, if I do write about it . . .
Life is made up of choices.
Think about it. The alarm clock goes off and we have to decide whether to turn it off and get out of bed or punch it into snooze for another ten minutes. Then we have to decide how many times we'll hit snooze before we'll finally slug our way to the coffeemaker.
And if we decide to stop at Starbucks on the way to work in the morning, by the time we decide on a coffee order (Short? Tall? Grande? Vasto? Latte? Espress? Blended? Over Ice? Hot? Whipped Cream?), it's lunchtime.
And if you need a good diet to shed a few pounds, what do you do? Read a book? Go to a class? Do a journal on-line? Go low carb, no carb, low fat, no-fat, alkaline, fish, cabbage, soup, all chocolate (just seeing if you're awake). WHAT do you do????
Don't even get me started on that whole hormone cream versus no hormone cream thing. What about holistic medicine, traditional medicine or NO medicine????
And how about that what-should-I-wear-today deal? For me it's a matter of what still fits in the closet. Unfortunately, my choices there are narrowed down to two outfits. It's a matter of if I want to wear black or BROWN (I just wanted to throw that in, in case Colleen reads this).
For dinner, do we want chicken, beef, fish or turkey? Or maybe go vegetarian? Shoot, maybe we should go straight for the dessert.
By the time I crawl back into bed at night, I'm exhausted from all the decisions I've had to make in my day. I turn over, stare at my alarm clock and sigh. What do I want to get me up in the morning, the buzzer, the radio or the chirping crickets?