If I could change just one thing about myself, it would be how I freeze when faced with multiple-choice decisions.
Yet here I am, answering this prompt with ease. Out of all the things I wish I could change, this one rose to the surface without hesitation.
So why do I freeze at other times but not now?
Because sometimes the problem isn’t fear. Sometimes it is volume. Choosing clothes from my closet is safe, but there are too many options. Too many colors, too many moods, too many versions of me hanging on one rod. It is never about danger. It is about overload. My brain flips the breaker, and everything goes dark.
The choices that matter weigh me down. The choices that don’t matter freeze me because of the noise. And in the middle of all that noise and weight, I call myself indecisive.
But maybe I am not.
Maybe I just move easily when the path is clear. Perhaps I struggle when the path is crowded. Maybe I freeze, not because I can’t choose, but because part of me is trying to protect me from choosing in chaos.
And maybe knowing this is the first step toward changing it.
Very well said.
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