Indecision

In college, when you don't know what major you truly want to commit to, you simply have to check the box next to undecided and on you go with your life. Although I always knew my major, it was probably the only part of my college career that was ever decided. I balanced on the tight rope whenever any decision needed to be made, just waiting to fall one way or the other. Sometimes I was bumped ever so slightly by friends or acquaintances and fell to the side they favored. But more often than not, I'd just lose my balance for a moment and fall randomly. Still, other times I was playing daredevil, intoxicated and playing chicken on that tight rope.

Hopefully, I've graduated to making my decisions on a balance beam. Still, the uncertainty of where any decision will take me lingers and it feels like what I'm standing on is creeping higher and higher. Looking down at a barely matted floor from high above makes you think a little harder and wiser about which way you decide to fall. If I fall to the left side, will I only break my ankle? If I fall to the right side, will I be able to get up and walk away? It's hard to see from so far up, but in the end all I can do is hope I made the best decision. And if I sprain an ankle, or whatever else that might happen, hopefully I'll just learn quickly how helpful a crutch or a bandage can be.