Indecision is a horrible disease that affects the lives of many. This or that, one or the either, pick and choose. Some decisions are just minor irritations. Others... Others are more important or more emotional or both. It leaves you feeling like you are facing a 600 foot shark-lion-bear-octopus-snake-thing. In case you have faced a 600 foot shark-lion-bear-octopus-snake-thing, it's exhausting, mind-numbingly scary, and generally leaves one physically ill.

The absolute worst part about indecision is that after I make a decision, I spent the rest of my day, week, month, year, life... thinking about it and wondering if it was right. Almost every decision I've ever made haunts me.


I've already made the decision. I KNOW it's the right one. But that doesn't stop the gut-churning fear from getting to me. Why can't it just be easy?

I know it's right. Even if it doesn't turn out the way I want or hope, that's still better than the best case of the option I didn't pick.