A funny thing happens when you actually read for school. You gain all sorts of knowledge. Hopefully. You are prepared for class. Hopefully. And if you're lucky, you find things that are personally relevant.
Those things seem to be happening more and more frequently. Not that I am complaining. I was reading Portrait and Model of a School Counselor, and it was talking about problem solving and decision making. Something was said about making not making choices.
I had this "aha"
Indecision is a choice. Not choosing is, indeed, a choice. A choice to let someone else choose for you.
I don't want to live a life of choosing indecision.
I won't live a life of choosing indecision.
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