When I was a little girl my Uncle Gene used to take us to the 'candy store' on a Sunday - it was really a mini mart which had a whole isle devoted to candies and cookies. He would give us each one dollar to spend on whatever we wanted. My two brothers would grab a few candy bars and be done with it. I, on the other hand, seemed to take longer each time, carefully selecting and calculating to make the most of my one-hundred pennies. Would it be Mary Janes or Caramel Creams, Peppermint Patties or Peanut Butter Cups. . .? The five cent candies in big jars kept me pacing until the little brown paper bag had been filled.
Tho my purse-strings have loosened up a bit, my decision-making skills haven't moved on very much from those early days. Pacing, fretting, worrying. . . trying to avoid it altogether. Do you make decisions quickly, do you go with your gut instinct or make a list of pros and cons. I've tried them all but I'm still stuck.