I guess you could say I’m indecisive. I have no problem making snap decisions about things I feel strongly about. No, those I can handle. It’s the small, seemingly inconsequential choices which trip me up.

Food related decisions are often the hardest. Heck, I could ponder over a menu for hours – which is why, once I know I like something at a particular restaurant, I tend to stick with it. But sometimes, even deciding where to go out to eat can be painful.

And it’s best if I do my grocery shopping unaccompanied. That way I can spend as much time agonizing over my peanut butter options all by my lonesome.

It’s not just foodstuffs that have me flummoxed on the shopping front. One day I dithered for longer than I care to remember in the body wash aisle, torn between the gentle scent of the “Touch of Sparkle” and the promised intense moisturizing capabilities of the ultra-rich shea butter with moisture beads.

Frankly, it was so traumatizing I considered going back to just plain soap.

Unfortunately, that too came in a number of varieties.

Even getting dressed in the morning can be a challenge. I’m fine if I pick out my clothes the night before, but if I leave that decision to my still sleep-fogged mind ... Let’s just say, I’m not at my best before my first dose of daily caffeine. The best part of waking up is NOT, in my opinion, deciding what to wear.