Occasionally (and by occasionally, I mean about once a year) I completely overthink what appears to the general population to be an insignificant decision.
That decision distracts me from everything else. I go to radical lengths to make my decision a more informed one. I ask everyone under the sun for their advice. Then I discount what they say. And then rely on it. And then discount, rely, discount, then...well, you get the picture. I imagine vividly the worst case scenarios. I lean loosely into the best case. I go with option A only to start re-thinking the merits of option B. Days spent going in circles, just winding myself into a big, fat stressball...
Once I was trying to figure out whether or not to own a dog.
Once it was whether or not to take a trip.
Today (and for the past two days) it's about choosing which bedroom to live in for the next year.
Front bedroom or back? Bigger bedroom (by 2 ft) or bigger bathroom/storage? Better spacial flow or bigger window? Privacy or easier common area accessibility?
Can't. make. decision. Rendering myself mentally immobile.
Currently playing: "In Too Deep" by Sum 41
I vote for the bigger bathroom/storage.
If that helps at all. :-)
Posted by: Lauren | 2009.07.15 at 11:24 PM