I flipped a coin to decide where to go to college (no, literally). I don't think I ever even consciously chose a career path. And I regularly decide to drastically switch my haircut--we're talking mid-back to pixie--based on a single morning of "meuh" in the mirror.
That might sound less momentous than the first two, but I think the ladies are picking up what I'm throwing down there.
I can make major decisions with (apparently frightening) ease, but the little ones? I am completely and utterly un-womanned by them.
Last night's decision trauma: business cards.
I didn't even NEED new business cards. I currently have four sets: one for my writing; one for my day job; one for the day job BEFORE this one (which, frankly, I should just recycle); and one for a place I used to write for that disappeared, and whose remnants I'm too sentimental to abandon totally.
But I kind of hate the "for my writing" set, and OHMYGODASALE was happening, so clearly I needed to pull the trigger on this immediately.
By "immediately," I mean "it took me hours--seriously, hours--and the input of multiple people to figure this out."
Do I like the quirky image I actually like, or should I go with something simple that I find boring (but maybe it's more elegant)? Heavy weight, regular weight (cheaper!), or weird (but maybe more memorable? but maybe more lose-able?) mini-cards? Is my title "writer," or "author," or "freelance writer," or "humorist," or some Frankenstein's monster of all of those, sutured together with ampersands?
HOW DO I SPELL MY LAST NAME??
I wound up with...something. I purchased something.
But was it right? WAS IT?
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