One morning I woke up and decided that I would no longer be indecisive. As funny as it sounds, it's true. I've spent most of my life vacillating between choices and not truly picking one over the other. I simply coasted on the middle of the road and was happy with not having to make any big decisions in my life. Sadly, I didn't realize that I was already making these decisions by not making a decision.
Such is the curse of being an anxious person.
No, seriously. I agonize over simple decisions like what I'm going to eat for dinner, what recorded show on the DVR I'm going to watch first, or what pair of shoes I'm going to wear. In fact, even making this blog caused me severe anxiety. What should the title be? What am I going to write about first? Will I be consistent with this blog? Most of my other blogs have miserably failed because of this.
It's no surprise then that making those major decisions in life truly send me over the edge.
I'm twenty-five now and struggling with decisions is so bothersome to me. Many of my peers have started amazing careers, started families, or other amazing things and I'm still struggling with which breakfast cereal to eat in the morning (side note: it normally ends up being none). This is not to say I'm not doing great things with my own life. I'll be moving back to Miami, I'll be teaching English, and I'll be going for a Masters Degree in Education. Still, I have this nagging feeling that it's simply not enough.
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