Day 8 of 30. Indecision.

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” 
― Sylvia PlathThe Bell Jar

Here we are in Day 8 of my Social Experiment. Yay. 

Indecision. And how it will kill you.

Bryce KennedyComment