Make a choice.
Make a decision.
Make up your mind.
Make a move.
Decisions. I was never good at making decisions.
I’ve probably missed out on a couple of good things because I chose to do nothing at all then make up my mind.
I guess that’s a decision in itself…
I think I missed out on you. At least I think I did. I never made up my mind with you. But maybe I didn’t miss out on you. Maybe I was supposed to miss out on you. Maybe you weren’t even a choice I could make?
But this isn’t about you. I stopped writing about you a long time ago.
This is about me and a big decision I just had to make. I hope I made the right decision. Please tell me I made the right decision, because this wasn’t easy.
I guess there is no right or wrong decision. There is just a decision that needs to be made. Or not made. But I guess that’s a decision in itself.
Sometimes the worst thing for me is choices. Options. I guess I’m not the only one. We humans have so many options, so many choices flying at us at rapid speed most of us just freeze. We don’t do anything but let all these options fly by us. We never reach out and grab one. We don’t make a decision. But I guess that is a decision all in itself.
THERE ARE TOO MANY OPTIONS. I HATE SO MANY OPTIONS.
And maybe it’s not that I don’t like all the options. Maybe it’s that I just don’t like making up my mind. I don’t like making a decision.
I guess I’m making a decision anyways. I make it every time I don’t do anything at all.
I just made a decision. A real, hard, confusing, life decision. I stand by my decision, but I still feel like maybe I made the wrong one?
But, is there ever a right decision?
I know you weren’t the right decision. But do I?
I think I made the right decision. I guess we’ll see when we get there, won’t we?
Opps, I meant I. Won’t I?