Spontaneity Is Key
Ahhh, Feels Nice To Make A Decision For Me
The battle rages on.
Indecisiveness, the killer of spontaneity.
Premeditated, 15 to life.
I have always been the quiet one, the one who never says no. I would rather make myself miserable and suffer in silence to be sure everyone else is happy, than to face the consequence of someone's dissatisfaction.
Do you know what I've learned from years of this practice?
No one is EVER happy. Give an inch, take a mile, kind of results.
So tonight, I said, enough. Spontaneity it is...
(Walmart self-checkout/to do list)
* shovel
* rope
* bungies
* chain-saw
* swimsuit/lotion
* passport
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (8)
Fascinating. Thought-provoking. Going somewhere?
Well, well done!!!💖💖💕
It’s always the quiet ones, they say. 😂. Love it 🥰
I can only imagine . . . . 💙Anneliese
My my my aren't you a naughty one! Good Work!
To infinity and beyond 😊
You go, girl.
Woooo 😱