I’ve never been good at making important decisions. Should we have a winter wedding or summer wedding? Should I be a teacher or a rugby coach? Do I want creamy or chunky peanut butter on my sandwich? I even began seeing a therapist hoping that at last someone would make my life choices for me. Instead, we spend a lot of time talking about “why I feel like I can’t make decisions,” or “why peanut butter causes me anxiety.”
As I got older, the decisions I had to make became more complicated. But nothing was as complex or loaded as the decision to have a child. Was I ready? When should we start trying? What type of car seat should I get? Which celebrity should I name her after? These were not decisions I could make by myself, so I enlisted the advice of experts to help me figure out if I was in fact ready to be in a family way.
I’ve chronicled my indecision in a series of cartoons- I will be posting one a day (for a week).
Too funny! Well hey, at least you were able to choose a Therapist right? If it makes you feel better, I become paralyzed by small decisions. People think I don’t do fast food because I’m a Nutritionist. The real reason is that I can’t make *imperative* decisions that quickly.
That was a whole other set of decisions…:)