As a little girl, I couldn't wait to make my own decisions. Mom told me what to wear, what food was good for me, who I was allowed to hang out with... not that I listened very well.
Now that everything is up to me I find that it's everything I thought it would be. I get to wear crazy socks, eat brownies for dinner, stay up late, and drive whatever crappy car I want. But I was never prepared to make decisions for someone else.
Which brings me to the new set of decisions. Do I do what's best for me? Do I do what's best for you? What is exactly "best?" If you don't do it, do I have to do it? If I don't make any decisions at all, will any be made?
I once heard that the average person makes thousands of decisions a day. Everything from whether to hit snooze or get up, butter or cream cheese, buy or sell, tissue or finger, veal or popcorn, sleep or sex? How does one person just decide that these basic questions, questions that keep us connected to who we are as individuals either on the surface or in the heart, don't matter. How is it ok to let someone else define you?
More importantly, is it fair to let someone else define you?
Decisions, decisions, decisions...
