Eventually, we all succumb to indecision fatigue. The inability to make a decision exhausts one to the point of regret. Once the dam breaks, and we say “yes,” we accept the risk and burden of figuring it all out later.
There’s an incongruity between what we want and the fulfillment we expect it to bring. In reality, we’re better off thinking less, acting on what feels right, and then deducing whether it was a good call later.
In hesitation, we trip over ourselves. The mental exhaustion caused by indecision backlashes to produce nothing material. Otherwise, all we are is a result of what we think, a confused fence-sitter of nothingness.
The more decisions we make, the more feedback we have to play with. Gathering artifacts increase our power by reducing the what-if scenarios that paralyze the chronic over-thinking in the first place.
Only then can we pause and take a step back to reconsider all of our options. Armed with new information, the turned decider smacks back: indecision is still a decision.
