A revised excerpt from my website (sorry for the repetition if you've seen it)...but it fit the format here, so thought I'd air it for the "public."
[While I was at Arby's last week, standing around in a state of Indecision Paralysis, on what I wanted for lunch] an elderly man walked up next to me. He looked at the menu board for a second, then stood back, and flipped a coin, caught it, turned it, checked it, and placed his order.
I can't help but contemplate: How many daily decisions does this guy make by tossing a coin?
What would it be like, to live your life based on heads or tails? Could I do that? Could I commit? Would it simplify my life? Heads: Its jeans today, Tails a skirt.
Skirts it is! Brilliant! What a time saver!
I have 12 skirts. I'd need a comprehensive trickle-down hierarchy, to eliminate 10 of them and establish come to a Final 2. Maybe I could use leftover sheets from the Big 10 basketball tournaments, to come to a Final 2: Purple skirt gets the No. 1 seed over the denim.
Next, the blouse. The shoes. The earrings. I am bogged down with paperwork before I even get dressed.
And what if the Bra Draw has me heading out the door wearing the polka-dotted black bra under the baby-blue t-top? Can I argue with The Almighty Coin?
I would most certainly complicate this Coin Toss Simplification System...I would over-analyze and argue, and make a lot of noise and talk about it behind it's back, that cursed coin. I'd be insolent and pouty because I hate to be told what to do.
Even in the face of insecurity, exhaustion, frustration, or whatever else might come along to make me act wishy-washy and indecisive about decisions large or small, when it comes down to brass tacks, I know what I want.
We all do.