I can't tell you how thankful I am that I am not a perfectionist. Actually, I DID just tell you, so I can.
Even so, I sometimes agonize over choices. And if the potential consequences range from triumphant to disastrous, then attention should be paid. But what about when we are choosing among several great options?
I just posted this tweet on Twitter:
Five great choices are FIVE great choices. Any choice will be fine. I caught myself overanalyzing things a bit tonight and then bopped myself in the head and got over it (followed by a Frangelico chaser to mellow things out).
Made a decision and won't look back.
No buyer's remorse.
Good is good.
Happy is happy.
How much of our stress and mental garbage is occurring because we are spinning around trying to decide which great outcome to pick?