When You Have The Decision Making Skills Of An Ant Farm
I can’t blame ALL of my poor decision making skills on being the adult child of a narcissist. Even with my background, I seem to willfully make my life more difficult.
The weather is perfect this morning. It’s cool and my flowers are popping and my coffee is perfect. I sat on my deck and contemplated all the things I need to do this morning before we make the long car trip to celebrate my granddaughter’s third birthday. I actually thought this: You know, I should just have a yard sale and sell all my houseplants. Because this is a reasonable alternative to watering them.
A few weeks ago, I got a speeding ticket. I had to pay $165. for my breaking bad moment which prevented me, again, from fixing our dead car. I paid the fine online before the court date, so that is good. However, I did not have my proof of insurance when I got pulled over, I was supposed to show the court proof of insurance; that was last week. I still haven’t dealt with this. Does this mean I have a warrant out for my arrest? I might be writing my next blog post from a cell.
I suppose the fact that I have been married three times is a testament to my lack of good choices as well.
The reasons WHY my decision making skills have suffered might be valid, but the fact that I still have so much room for improvement rests entirely on me.
Now, I have to go. I have SO MUCH to get finished this morning. I’ve severely limited my time to due my decision to write this blog post.