I liked being a little girl.   When I was really little, I spent most days having tea parties with Holly Hobby in the side yard under the big tree.  I’d have a couple parties a day if the weather was good.  The rest of the time I’d make mud pies and bake them in the sun.  Life was simple and pretty easy.   Even as I got a little older and life became a bit more complex, it was still easy enough because people told me where to go and what to do.  Go to school, do your homework, go outside and play, come in for dinner, go to bed.  The only decision I had to make was what kind of jelly to have on my PB&J sandwich, although I liked grape the best so eventually my mother stopped asking and grape was it.  No more decisions there.

As I grew older more and more decisions were left for me to make.  Now I’m a grown up, or at least tall enough that most people consider me a grown up, and everywhere I turn there is another decision to make.  What time to get up, what shoes to wear, what to have for lunch, what show to hit.  And it’s not just little decisions any more there are big decisions.  Should I move?  Should I buy a house?  What should I do with my retirement fund?  The list goes on and on.  It’s endless and I have to make all of these decisions myself.  No one tells me what to do anymore.  Sometimes I try to get people to make my decisions.  I’ll ask my boyfriend what he wants for dinner but he just says “Whatever you want to make.”  What dress do you like better?  “There both are pretty.”   No help.  Sometimes I wish life was simple again like it was during my tea parties under the tree.  I wish someone would lay out my clothes, make my dinner and tell me which house to buy.  Although it’s probably better that do these things on my own because I don’t really like it when people tell me what to do.

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