Decision Paralysis: PNW Edition

One of the great things about being new to an area is there is so much to explore, do, and see! It's fantastic, right? Right. Unless you suffer from decision paralysis.

Let me tell you, this is a new phenomenon in my life, and it is no joke. I don't have many weekend commitments right now, so my typical Thursday-Sunday will go something like this:

Thursday: Oh yes! It's almost the weekend! What should I do this weekend? Maybe I'll go for a hike. Maybe I'll rent a kayak and get out on the sound. Oooh maybe I could go skiing! Snowshoeing! Ah I've got it, I'll head to the Olympic coast, watch the waves, be moody. OR I could go to Portland. Everyone is going to Portland it's such a hip thing to do. I could get an Airbnb for the night. There's also this music venue I could go to. Really cool. I love live music, and this singer/songwriter's Instagram feed is on point.  

Friday: Ok, I've narrowed it down. I'm either going to Portland or the coast. I still haven't booked that hip Airbnb but I can figure it out on my way. Or should I go to that live show?? Maybe I'll meet someone. I just want to be outdoors. Let me check the weather. Ok, well it might rain or it might not. That's helpful.

Saturday 8am: Ok, I'm getting up, taking a shower, and packing myself a lunch. Can't wait for this day! Still not sure what I'm going to do.

Saturday 9am: UGH gas is so expensive. Should I even go to Portland? I didn't ever book that Airbnb so I guess not. Next time. Ok, I'm off to the coast.

Saturday 10am: The coast is 4 hours away am I ready to drive 8 hours today? It's already 10am. Actually I think I'm hungry for a snack it's been a while since I had breakfast. Perfect, I'll have a snack, pull out my maps, and rethink the weekend.

Saturday 11am: You know what, I'm still new here, how about I just explore the city I live in?? I love Seattle. A nice long bike ride sounds nice. Plus I can still hit up that concert later.

Saturday 1pm: Well now I need lunch, and I definitely can't afford to buy lunch out. I'll eat here and then head out on a ride.

Saturday 2pm: This is ridiculous it's already 2pm and I haven't even left the house! RED ALERT. I need to do something NOW. It's raining and I don't think I want to bike anymore. Let me head to Discovery Park for a run. I already know my way there, and I really need some exercise to help relieve the guilt I feel for not taking advantage of all of the amazing things to do around here.

Saturday 3pm: I actually follow through and spend a few hours at Discovery Park, which never fails to be beautiful and refreshing and restores my good mood.

Saturday 7pm: Getting ready to go to that show! Can't wait!

Saturday 8pm: I don't think I really want to go to that show alone, I'll just hit a brewery instead. I'll have a beer now and then go.

Saturday 9pm: Why would I go out and spend $8 for a beer that I could just have at home? And this way I can listen to whatever playlist I want. I'll get out early tomorrow and have a nice day. 

Sunday 9am: Well I already slept later than my alarm so I better go to church. Maybe Jesus can redeem my sorry self and this weekend.

Sunday 12pm: I could go downtown. I could go to the Ballard market. Or the Fremont market. REI? This pop-up taco truck I saw on Twitter? West Seattle?

Sunday 2pm: Eh. I can't decide. I think I'll just hunker down at home, make a cup of tea, and write about my decision paralysis on my blog.

I wish I was exaggerating, but I'm not. Please send help.








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