Paralysed by Possibility (I don’t know what to do with myself)
When I got my motorbike, I looked forward to the freedom it would grant me. There would still be constraints - time, money, weather, and so on - but the feeling was nonetheless palpable. One obstacle to my freedom I hadn’t anticipated, however, was my own indecision.
Today, the weather outside is beautiful. There’s no wind, and I have hours until the sun sets. Perfect picture-taking weather. I can think of one or two places I could go back to, and new places I’ve yet to see. But I also want to go to the supermarket, and the library. I could do with getting a new lamp too, so I can read at night. And so on.
But instead, I sit here paralysed by possibility, not knowing what to do with myself. So I do what I always do. I write.