A Tiny Cat Wiggling On My Legs

Try to keep them safe, be good to them.

How I Learned to Say, "Yes."

I'm chronically indecisive, mostly. Anyone who knows me is more than acquainted with my inability to a) make a decision and b) make it a real decision, in terms of sticking with it. At first, I'm sure, it was kind of funny. Maybe my parents thought I was smart for weighing my options so heavily, but when it came to taking eons choosing between shorts vs. pants on a mild spring day, or the panda rughooking kit vs. the kitty cross-stitching kit, maybe that was an indication of something more serious. (Note: I got the panda, one decision from my past I'm positive was the right one. The shorts vs. pants story is something entirely different which made lying taste like echinacea, figuratively or course).

While I think New Years Resolutions exist along the lines of, I don't know, lies people tell to make themselves feel better (for lack of a real, and also funny, example), I am resolving to make decisions better, which also involves its inverse, making better decisions. Mostly these decisions involve saying, "Yes," to things instead of, "No," which is something I got really good at when I was an angsty teenager. Keeping yourself inside and not doing much of anything is always easier, though unsatisfying.

I guess what inspired writing this was expressing that pesky, "No," when asked to go build a chicken coop. Minutes later my brain said, "Yeah, why not?" but I think part of this whole learning to make decisions thing is learning when you are making bad ones and how to avoid doing that later on. That's how we learn, right? You learn to not touch the stove from touching the stove. Just turns out I'm learning it 15 years later than most people. That's fine, too.

Maybe my motto for 2008 should be, "Gettin' Shit Done, Kinda."