Why is it so hard to make a decision? We go into Starbucks and have a million choices from which to choose—all before we’ve even had a drop of caffeine.
I twirl my hair between my fingers, wring my hands together, bite my lower lip while trying to decide whether it will be a double-shot Americano over ice with whipped cream or a grande coffee light without whipped cream—or maybe I’d rather have a mocha latte over ice or maybe—well, you get the idea. I want to bang my head against the wall and tell the cute little twelve year old barista, “Just get me the caffeine!”
As I’ve told you before my husband is an educator. July is his month off from school. I asked him a question two weeks ago and with his nose pointed Heavenward his answer was, “I don’t make decisions in July.” I was a little put out at the time, but last Friday when he asked me to help him decide on which shirt to wear, I decided to steal his line.
“I don’t make decisions in August.” It worked. He picked out his own shirt. Course, it wasn’t the one I would have picked, but still.
I’ve been sharpening my decision-making skills of late on—Kristin will be so proud—shoes. The Women of Faith gals know how to pick shoes, let me tell you. Spiked, sparkly, fun, you name it. They have cool shoes.
Colleen and I decided we wanted to get with the program and went shoe shopping. There were so many choices my brain almost blew a fuse (you’re surprised, right?). Well, I’m happy to say I finally settled on a pair that will look great with jeans. They’re not even the comfortable old lady shoes like I usually wear! We’re talking spiked heels! My daughter was so proud.
I’ve pranced around in them a little, but the reality is, they scare me. I’m not all that tall (5’6”), but I feel like a walking redwood in those things. I could rescue baby kittens from trees without the help of a ladder. I can check the earth’s atmospheric conditions, for crying out loud. All without my feet ever leaving the ground.
So today I have DECIDED to have a decision-free day. I will yank clothes from my closet at random. I will skip the coffee shop today--well, okay, maybe not—but I’ll have a coffee light, period. With whipped cream. Grande. Absolutely nothing else.
It’s gonna be a good day. It might rain, though. Wonder if I should take my umbrella or leave it at home? I could take my rain coat, since it has a hood, but it’s kind of hot . . . .