(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