I get them sometimes, those days when a decision becomes wobbly – should I walk in the rain or should I start work early instead, should I keep the top he bought me or send it back? Such dithering usually ends up with me questioning everything, from the sacred to the profane. Is it a means of sabotaging my peace, my equilibrium at a time when I have so much work to do, and work about which I am fearful? Probably, my mind is that powerful, or at least I allow it to be.
Perhaps that best thing is to allow the dithery-ness to accept it and let it be. I will try it. And now? To work.
