Some decisions are hard to make and some are easy.

Making a decision like, “Where do you want to go for dinner?” may be easy for someone and hard for someone else.

When I was in my early 20’s, some of the simplest decisions would stress me out.

There were days when I couldn’t decide if I should wear blue, black or gray pants because I honestly thought wearing the wrong colour would ruin my day.

Deciding what to eat would often take hours because my head would go into overdrive, weighing all the options, taking into consideration my diet, my cravings, my budget, what I have or haven’t tried, what’s trending, “what was that place my friend recommended again?”, “let me check Yelp” and so forth.

The luxury of having all these choices was actually a burden for me. *Cough*…“First World Problems”.

But then as I got older and the more I knew myself, those decisions failed to stress me out.

Indecisiveness isn’t a natural trait of mine but during those years, I let what everyone else was doing influence my decision-making skills and I wasn’t being true to myself.