I was certain this blog would be titled My Relationship with Writing.

Then I questioned that choice. I went back and forth, "it won't be interesting or funny or engaging."

Maybe I should write about September being a time of transition or having a

"back to school" mindset and start learning something new.

I was bombarded with uncertainty and doubt.

While all this decision drama was occurring, another challenge popped into my monkey mind.

What would I wear to tonight's meeting?

As I stared at my limited choices, I felt frustration, anger and anxiety.

How do I want to present myself?

Do I dress for comfort, for reaction, for the season, (no white after Labor Day)

to disguise my belly pooch, business casual, Florida bohemian? WAIT!

I don't even have that many choices in my closet.

I settled on what I call my "uniform", flowy floral pants and a solid colored top.

Great, I made a choice, settled. Now breakfast.

I had my mind set on an egg, spinach, tomato, feta scramble.

I opened the fridge. Shit. I'm out of eggs.

I just stood there staring, frozen, door open, energy escaping.

Should I close the fridge door, should I settle on a yogurt, grab stuff for a smoothie,

screw breakfast, go to the store and buy eggs? Holy shit! Make. a. decision.

I had only been out of bed for 5 minutes.

Whenever I feel undecided, scattered, or stand and stare at an open fridge too long,

I need to either roll out my mat for practice and meditation or go for a long walk.

It works every time. So I walked.

During the walk, I started a curious look back at some major decisions I had made.

Really major, like changing careers, moving to a new state without a job, starting an online yoga

business, starting a yoga podcast not knowing a damn thing, writing blogs.

Why had all those choices been no brainers?

Google would know!

Results: Studies show that regular yoga practice leads to larger pre-frontal cortex

which is essential to planning, decision making, thinking about your options and picking the right option.

(https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6023989/)

I went to the meeting. No one said a thing about my clothes.

I purchased a dozen eggs. I've got my 10,000 steps in.

It's a new day and I've decided to finish up this blog

but I couldn't decide how to end it.