(NOTE: I am never quite sure exactly how to give cred, but this incredible image that perfectly captures my  at once haunting and comical indecision is by Luke Chueh. PEEP HIM NOW.)

I love to organize my time. I’m soothed by plans. Some people like to lie on beaches and listen to the waves. I LIKE TO PLAN, AND IF I HAPPEN TO BE ON A  BEACH, THAT’S ALSO FINE. But my plan making usually goes something like this:

• Consider all possible plans
• Labor over all options intensively
• Choose one plan, commit to that plan
• TORTURE MYSELF WITH THE POSSIBILITY OF THE OTHER, UNCHOSEN PLANS
• TRY AND CHANGE CHOSEN PLAN TO OTHER PLAN
• accept original plan
• engage in original plan, it usually goes fine
• Spend some time wishing I could get that time I spent laboring over other, possible plans back
• Realize I’ve wasted more time on said regret
• Move on to next plan
• Lay all options out on the floor of my mind
• Think of a lego house, and how each small brick fits together
• but if you leave a space blank, you can make a window