Decisions, decisions, decisions. "Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide." - Napolean Bonaparte.
I never thought I was an indecisive person. But when in school, I didn't have to decide on much. Maybe what courses I wanted to take, whether to apply for masters or not, what to eat for lunch, etc. Now that I'm out of school, I'm suddenly forced to become an adult when I doubt I'm ready to be one.
Sometimes I just wish someone else could make my decisions for me. (Not in the "Jesus take the wheel" way, but you know what I mean.)
4 comments:
Having decisions to make is a responsibility but it also means we have choices, which is a blessing.
Although having our decisions made for us may seem alluring, where's the fun in that?
I sit in the grey monsoon watching bullfrogs swirl and sway in the waves of their puddles. I wonder how many hearts have swayed like this in light rain.
I'm sure inshallah you'll make the right decisions. :)
You're out of school? Maybe now you'll have time to read that Stephen King memoir some nice person gave to you a long time ago.
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