Decision Fatigue.
I talked about this in therapy today. One of the great things about learning about my Neurodivergent Superpowers is understanding that my “choices” aren’t the same as most people.
“Where do you want to go for dinner?”
It’s a hacky comedy bit now, but it’s born from a place where people struggle with non-binary decisions. If there is a fork in the road – a simple “This way or that way” folks can typically navigate that.. especially with GPS.
But… What if you were standing on the road and there were 75 different exits… all right there… All looking back at you. NOW which road would you take?
Fuck it, let’s just go to Applebee’s.
I’ve said at times that I feel like I’m at a crossroads, but it turns out that has never really been accurate. I’m at ALL of the roads, because all of the roads are available to me – at least in my mind. Like I was at the UPMC Sports Complex (Where the Steelers practice/rehab) and found myself thinking, “Yeah… I mean, we get this meniscus a bit stronger, do the plasma injections that Dr. Bradley wants to do, I could probably get back in the gym and play some fullback. Good movement, can read a defense, great hands out of the backfield as a 3rd down back.”
And that’s my brain… about everything. All the time.
It’s exhausting.
It’s the uncertainty. It’s not having a schedule figured out for work in a month. But then it’s being adaptable enough to roll with the waves and get where you are supposed to go.
Making no choice is in itself, still a choice – or whatever Geddy Lee said.
It will work out – because it always does.
Sometimes it’s just easier to go to Applebee’s and sometimes – That’s ok, too.
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