I am a very bad decision maker. If you don't believe me, here's some proof: I purchased four wedding dresses. Four. Quatro. Dresses 1 and 2 were returned, dress 3 was butchered in alterations, and dress 4 was purchased a mere ten days before my wedding.
See, when required to make a decision that is lasting, costly, or life altering, I simply can't make up my mind. Some call it being indecisive. Some may call it crazy. I call it being prepared. Hence why I currently have 36 paint chips sitting on my coffee table. Yep. I am already stressing about making a paint-color decision for walls in a home that we don't even own yet. When I have to make a big purchase, I research my options obsessively, sleep on it, contemplate, and research some more. The Best Buy salesmen now run for the hills when I approach. If I don't go through this obsessive charade, I end up with major buyer's remorse. Trust me. I had four wedding dresses, remember?
But two years ago yesterday, I made the easiest big decision of my life --I married my husband. The dress may not have been the one of my dreams, but saying "I do" was a piece of cake.
