I've never suffered writer's block. My issue has never been, "What can I possibly write about?" The problem, more so, has been, "Of the million things coursing through my potentially ADD mind, which should I choose to write about?"
Decision-making, whether it be a writing topic or a dinner choice, is my real problem. Not making decisions about the big stuff: with those, I'm golden. This or that, when it's truly consequential, is somehow a no-brainer.
But planting geraniums or pansies? Grilling chicken breasts or pork chops? Those decisions render me palm-up helpless.
I carefully consider the choices, weigh the pros and cons of each. Then, I finally sigh and make a random choice, praying my decision is the right one.
But damn. I'll bet that pork chop would have been especially tasty tonight.
And tonight's blog topics? I couldn't quite pinpoint which might be the best. Writing about the Dilemmas of Dating or about My Bloodthirsty Puppy? So, in the end, I didn't choose either.
Is it me, or is life just filled with too many difficult choices?
Tomorrow night, I'm just skipping dinner all together.