Decisions, decisions, decisions. I have decisions all around me. My head is teeming, swarming with decisions and different directions, and I am standing in the middle of a busy New York City intersection (conveniently ignoring the “DON’T BLOCK THE BOX!” sign), having no idea which way to go, hoping that a car will just hit me and everything will be over and done with.
I am not good when it comes to making decisions. Someone must remind me of this in case I ever get the dim idea to go for a managerial position. I cannot. Make. Decisions. (Repetition is good; it reinforces what you’re learning.)
This Journey Is My Own 
