I hate making decisions.
Seriously, hate it. I kinda wish that I had someone to just make decisions for me that would actually make me happy.
I know how stupid that sounds. But after coming from a controlling home, having decisions made for me is like second nature right?
See, I’m dealing with “life” decisions. Ones that concern careers and school. I have three immediate job offers…Stay where I’m at, go to a place that’s like where I’m at, or go to a smaller place with less money and no insurance. Seeing as how I’m still dealing with my depression, and having me on Hubby’s insurance is too outrageous, I need to stay at a place with insurance. Because that’s important. Right?
But, with as much as I spend in gas, I would be making about the same amount…With less stress. Or, I could go to the other place, like the one I’m working at, make a little less money, less stress. UGH!
I hate decisions.
Maybe it’s just time to go to bed.