decisions, decisions!

well. i watched our wedding video again tonight. and i really love it. and miss jessica paige who comes home on tuesday for christmas break. :)

you should watch it again, too :)

while the wedding video highlights the beautiful essence of the wedding, looking at all the little details brought me back to (cringe) ALL THOSE DARN DECISIONS.

what stencil should I get to paint the direction signs? i probably went to 4 different crafts stores debating which stencils to use. ( i really don't like italic fonts. and allll the stencils seemed to be italics. get with it, people :)

these feelings may or may not also be stirring up because of my lovely sister's upcoming nuptials (they picked a date, by the way!) and my incessant searching for the perfect bridesmaid dress :)

it happens to me ALL the time.

silly, silly SILLY things. and i mean, yes, i think it is normal to shop around and want to find exactly what you are looking for.

but mine gets a liiiiitle out of control.  difficult choice.

but then this weekend my little trip to the mall where the rugs were HALF off caused a near-panic attack. 

this was the first round, where I think I sat on an ottoman for at LEAST twenty minutes deciding between patterned and solid. 

i started to get really sweaty, kinda shaking and my sister, drew and my mom weren't responding to my picture texts for input. 

i decided i needed some air. I walked back to Target, got my car and then drove around the mall to where the rug's were.

then I found these, and "narrowed" down the decision? 

yep, i had taken over two aisles and the beginning of the bath towel section. and yep, people got the evil eye when they walked over the rugs. 

i felt paralyzed. i could not for the LIFE of me make a decision. Normally when this happens, I get so scared of making the wrong decision and having buyer's regret that I usually just leave and don't get anything. I started walking away when I got sidetracked by Marc Anthony's new clothesline for me. march anthony??? i was thinking to myself, "what would Drew do if I brought him home his silky button up and said it was designed by Marc Anthony?" 

after that mild distraction, I realized I was going to suck it up and go pick out a gosh darn rug for drew's little "man cave" room.

I almost eenie-miney minnie-moed which one and off I ran to the checkstand before I could change my mind. 

that night, I read the chapter in Angie Smith's newest book called "mended" about choice. 

Angie, like me and LOTS of other women I know, have a hard time deciding between the 56 flavors of   grape jelly in the grocery store, or the smells of the zillion different hair deep conditioners. 

"we are tempted to believe that we are one step away from the thing that will make everything else go away. If we can smell every bottle of cheap shampoo we can get our hands on, we might find the one that makes him love us more. If we buy the right Barbie, then she won't remember the times I've not been patient.

I don't need a thousand choices in this life, I need Him"

this could be pertain to lots of different choices. right and wrong choices. moral choices and unhealthy choices. but i also think it means that I am giving "first world" problems and insignificant decisions way too much power and room in my life. 

when i let those pesky things bother me and put me in a tizzy, I need to remember to take deep breaths like my psychologist says and think really the only choice I need to make. day in and day out. 

and p.s.

drew liked the rug. in fact, he got home from his work trip and I found him in the "man cave," video game on, headset on, MICROPHONE down so he can talk to people while he plays??!?! and frozen peas down this pants because he hurt his hip at tennis and was icing his leg. ahahaha. i was dying. 

i asked him if he liked the new rug, and he said, "huh? that's new? yeah, it's nice."

:)

"it always comes down to choosing Him. In a world overrun with choices, He is our choice."