Why is it whenever I go out to dinner I agonize over what to order!?! Chicken or fish? Fish or chicken? I just can’t make up my freakin’ mind!
Heaven forbid I miss out on the meal of my life! Seriously? Try meal of the moment. I’m silly.
And way too concerned with questions like…
Is it healthy enough? Will I like the flavors?
I’m really hungry, will that fill me up? Or make me feel sick?
I can usually narrow it down to two choices. But I admit…most of the time I try to get someone else I’m dining with to order the one I didn’t pick so we can split both.
Standing firm on a choice makes me crazy. Or worse…it makes me feel like I’ve become Ben Stiller (as Rueben) in Along Came Polly, secretly calculating risk in a computer program. I hate when I turn into Rueben…I’m so much more a Polly (free spirit).
But once again…Rueben attempted to get in my head while buying a new car last week. Grey or black? Grey looked classy. Black looked sporty. Grey hides dirt. Black shows everything.
Surprisingly…Polly took over right away. She won. Well I won. I made a freakin’ choice, and fast.
“Black is badass!”, I said boldly to the sales guy.
And for Pete’s sake…I can always go to the carwash.
Wow! Standing firm feels good. Making change doesn’t have to be scary…or a ridiculous process. It can be exhilarating (okay, and scary)!
I’m ready to make more choices. More changes.
Yes I am.
Starting today. I’m having the salmon.