decisions should always be made over Starbucks…
So I spent all last night milling over a decision that I didn’t want to have to make. Pros and cons, this and that, will it be worth it in the end, or will I be better off? And I lost sleep over it. Couldn’t get to sleep until around 1am. And you know what? I woke up this morning, late (as usual), and I even had to skip breakfast at home for McDonald’s grease-capade…and while I’m driving into work I realized, my mind had subconsciously made up my mind. And it wasn’t the speech I was practicing all last night in the wee small hours of the morning. It was the opposite of what I thought I would decide. And, as I pondered this sudden epiphany, I realized that my subconscious had made the decision for me, and suddenly, I was smiling. Smiling on a Monday that I got up late, smiling on a day where my puffy eyes were no contest to my puffy stomach now filled with yummy oil-laden hash browns. For despite it being Monday, me waking up late because I couldn’t get to sleep because I couldn’t make a decision that has now been decided by my subconscious…I was in a good mood.
Which makes me think, either I haven’t had McDonald’s breakfast in a while and my grease-endorphins were kicking in…or I should always go to sleep without answering questions and pray that I wake up with the right answer. Never go to sleep angry? Hm…never go to sleep decided.
