I’ve never been good at making decisions. Big ones, small ones. It doesn’t matter. I’m usually so focused on what I might be missing out on that I’m nearly incapable of settling on something. It’s not a personality quirk many people, including myself, find charming.
Case in point: Years ago, my future wife and I went to the grocery store to buy pancake mix. She had some other things to pick up, as well, so I volunteered to grab the mix while she shopped. Continue reading
The Procrastinating Writer 