Indecision is a torture fest

by danscreativeoutlet


3rd year of med school was a whirlwind tour through lots of different lands. Now I’m in a quiet time. I’m giving myself time for processing all these experiences.

I don’t know what I’ll be when I grow up. Why can’t someone decide for me? Why do I have to mull things over? Why can’t it all be easy and painless? I just want to do handstands and watch the birds.

But this is me. I don’t make decisions easily. I suppose I’ll feel good at the end. I’ll feel like I made a choice, even if I end up wanting to change it. It’s nice talking to people like me, people who need processing time.