How My Indecisiveness Landed Me in a Ditch

Who here is  indecisive? If you're unsure, raise your hand. I can't make a decision to save my life. Well, sometimes. Or sometimes not.

It was a summer day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. I was bike riding, the wind blowing in my hair. It was a perfect day.



I rode over the bridge and continued onto the bike trail. I started to feel a little courageous.



Then REALLY courageous.

And because my fun wasn't meant to last, up ahead the bike trail split off into two different directions.



Which meant I had two choices. 

But decisions never come easy for me. And I tend to overthink.

Such as, if I go one way.... maybe it will take me in a different direction. And what if its the long way and then I'm too tired to ride back and then it gets dark and I'm stuck out here?

 But if I choose the other way, maybe I'll come across a snake. Because there are snakes out here. And what if it's a rattlesnake and I don't realize until I'm practically running over it and it strikes...

But there could be rattlesnakes going the other way too.

But maybe the trail gets really narrow the other way and someone is riding from the opposite direction and neither of us can decide who should stop and who should go so we collide and fall off the cliff.

But the other way might have a narrow trail too. Who decided to split this trail. And WHY??

So which way is the right way to go?

Which way is the better way?

Eeny Meeny Miny Mo....

No! I can't decide like that! I must make an informed decision. I must...

As my brain is arguing over how to make this difficult yet important decision, I began swerving all over the bike trail as I keep changing my mind.

And that's when I ran into those two wooden posts next to the CLIFF sign, which was smack dab in the middle of those choices.

My bike spun circles. It skidded across the trail (while I was still attached to my bike), and came to a stop in the opposite direction of the cliff, which landed me in a ditch.

My clothes were torn. My legs and arms were bruised and scratched. And behind me I hear laughter. The laughter of my dear husband who comes to a halt beside me and says, "Did you mean to do that?"

Why yes, I did.  And tomorrow I'll be performing same time, same place.

Did I learn to become more decisive from this incident? Nope. The fact that I had to make a decision for not just me, but another person, only added too much stress.

So what did I learn? That I shouldn't ride a bike again. Ever.

What kind of situation has your Indecisiveness landed you in?