My Grandpa Bob always says, "Life is nothing but a series of decisions." Apparently, I really took this simple outlook to heart. I remember a time while I was living in Duluth where I stood in Walmart with my friends and stared at the shampoo and conditioner, trying to figure out the right ones to buy. This one had a great smell, but that one had the right price, and the other one was supposed to make your hair grow longer... and of course the longer hair the better in my book. I couldn't make sense of it all. I truly was trying to pick the perfect option as if there was one. My friends were awesome and patiently waited for me, finding it funny.
Looking back, I realize that I pretty much treat all decisions in my life this way. From the meager ones, to the important ones, I am constantly over analyzing. I scrutinized over where to go to college for months and it was on my mind just about every other thought. The funny thing is, I still ended up transferring and choosing somewhere else even after all that time making sure UMD was the "right" decision.
You know, I can confidently say that without my frequent judgement and to do lists and expectations of what my day should look like, every day would be a pretty good day. I could wake up, figure out what has to be done, and let the rest fall into place. On a regular Monday morning I could say: I have to work today. And that's as far as those expectations go. The rest of the day is free and clear from any other obligations.
For all of my 20 years, though, that has seemed far too boring, frankly. Who wants to wait and see what might happen when instead I could obsessively write to do lists and think about what is going on next month and calculate how to pay for school next semester and worry about the future? Yeah much more fun than just going with the flow (sense the sarcasm, feel it).
I just put this picture there because I like it.
The truth is, who the hell knows what I'm doing here. Everyone reading at this point knows that I don't usually take the time to do things like this. After a difficult few months, I have decided its time to do things that may not seem to have a meaning at first, but its the small things that become big things (right? right.) As I sit here, listening to Shania Twain I have to say (in Shania's twangy style of course) there's no where but up from here! A true statement considering I just quoted a cheesy song in my first post. All I can say is... pull up a seat, take a load off your feet... lets go girls.
Okay, someone stop me.