What to do when

The choices are endless

The possibilities even more so

It can be paralyzing if you let it

But I don’t

Let it I mean

My choices are often quick

My gut being the north star

But sometimes my gut is wrong

And I take back my choices

One thing that’s beautiful

Is you can always choose to choose again

Sometimes though

I ponder

And ponder

And ponder

When my gut can’t choose for me

When I can’t lean on my heart

But instead must access my rational mind

That’s when my choices scare me

I check in

With friends

Family

My therapist

My reality

Is often so distorted

Like a gnarled little tree

Curling unnaturally to try to reach the sun

So when I have to be rational

And look inward for that rationale

I feel sick

I don’t trust myself

If my gut is my compass

My wise mind is the magnet

Causing me to doubt

Everything

Thank god for my gut

And I’m working

Hard

On training my wise mind to be true

The butterfly effect scares me

Because what if I make the wrong choice

But I rarely regret my choices

Because we always end up

Exactly

Where

We

Are

Meant

To

Be