Exhibit A) The Teddy Bear Pajamas

When I was 9 years old I went shopping with my mom for cool pajama’s to wear to a sleepover party with my friends from girl scouts. I found a pajama set with a matching long-sleeve shirt and pants. They were white with happy little teddy bears sprinkled all over in random patterns. The bears were even wearing their own blue pjs. These would be perfect! At least I thought so until I saw that they had the same print on a nightgown.

Oh… the process that went through my head must have lasted a half hour as I kept picking up and putting back my two choices. I finally went home with the nightgown. The cool girls wore nightgowns.

About ten minutes after arriving home and sitting in my room I started crying. I actually wanted the pants and shirt set because it was more me. I hated nightgowns. I liked the comfort of the pants and felt that the nightgown was too girly.

Ew. It even had stupid ruffles at the end.

My mom grabbed the crumpled receipt and we headed back to the store to exchange the pjs. I went home with the pants and sat in my room looking at them…I would be comfortable! Except, I wanted to be cool! The cool girls wore Disney Princess or pink Barbie nightgowns to sleepovers.

So naturally I changed my mind…my mom was starting to lose her patience but she took me back to exchange my pjs.

Once again, I sat in my room with my happy little teddy bear pajamas trying to feel content. But my emotions finally got the best of me. I didn’t care if the cool girls wore nightgowns, I just wanted my pants!! I had made the decision to be myself. It was the right decision…or so I thought.

I told my mom how I felt expecting some congratulations on my ‘mature’ thought process. Instead of the praise I thought that I deserved, I was met with 10 spankings.

Yeah…10 freaking spankings! I know for sure because I counted. Guess who was never indecisive about pjs again?

Unfortunately my problem of indecisiveness was not solved. This was to be proven years later when picking out prom dresses and coming home with two. That event also ensued with tears.

Story of my life. The indecision part at least.

Except now the decisions that I have to make may affect my life in more significant ways than my wardrobe choice for a big event.

I am a senior in college and a poor decision cannot be merely exchanged with a retail receipt. The pressure is on and I have been at high stress levels that would probably make a barometer explode.

I guess it’s time to get it together. I only need 27 credits to graduate and then I need a job. What are the right classes to take and where do I want to work?

Sometimes I wish the big decisions in life came with a 30-day back guarantee.