I don’t know about you, but I get frustrated ordering dinner sometimes.
The menu goes on forever, everything looks good, and I’m too hungry to make a choice — and that’s the perfect analogy for 80% of the unhappiness in my life.
If you’re reading this, you’re likely not in the wild hunting for food. Your problems a more subtle. Devious. They’re not life or death, but they’re very much existential. Mine definitely are.
Getting flustered by life decisions is the “golden standard” for anyone in their 20s. When you’ve got dozens of potential paths, saying yes to one feels like saying no to every other one, and that, ladies and gents, is terrifying.
Spirals of thoughts like “what if I pick the wrong path!” become so common it makes us take no action at all — oh, hello there, depression.
But the part that really grinds my proverbial gears is the fact that saying yes to one path really doesn’t mean saying no to others — it just means trying something for a little while to figure out if it’s the right path.
Lately, more and more, I’ve realized we’re all just wanting to have our cake and eat it too, and I get it, I really do.
Starting again is hard, so we want to get the perfect hole-in-one, but that’s not how…
