Decisions. Not for the faint of heart.

Decisions, decisions. Why is it so hard? Once upon a time it was so simple. Our greatest decisions involved what classes to take, what to do on a Friday night (or Saturday, or Wednesday for that matter), what guy to bring to the party and what part-time job to pursue. For the most part, on the micro scale, our decisions did not directly affect our future. Now, I understand that our choice to go to University, select our major and drive towards our future career paths required some decisions, but for the most part, everything fell into place.

Somehow throughout my twenties, my ability to make decisions has wavered and I constantly find myself at a loss for what to do. Sometimes this takes the form of walking aimlessly around the grocery store trying to pick something for dinner -- comfort food that is uninspired but reliable or the exotic that is intriguing but untrodden. Sometimes my indecisiveness directly affects my ability to make real and important life decisions. Such is the case right now.

I currently find myself at a crossroads -- like many we have discussed previously in this blog -- and I need to decide my path. On the left is the life I have always known which has brought me "some" stability, lots of heartache, but a general sense of comfort. On the right is a life of adventure with many twists and turns, uncertainty, but with the hope of such greatness at the end. While the choice may seem obvious, it is hard to walk away from everything you have known for the unknown that awaits. My mind is filled with so many doubts and so many "what if" scenarios that Old Reliable seems like a welcomed friend.

Maybe it is my biological clock that is ticking. Maybe I am realizing that my decisions cannot be as footloose and fancy free as they were ten years ago as I do not have as much time to make mistakes as I once did. Time is such a relative element. For men, they do not have this looming deadline that happens at some unknown time around the age of forty. Their actions today do not have as much of a direct impact on their eventual ability to conceive a child. In the end, that's what this is all about.

But then I saw a good, dear friend last night whom, due to her living abroad, I had not seen for several years. We spoke about her adventures pursued alongside her husband and their eventual decision to move home to have their baby. They have both agreed that theirs is a life that will continue to be filled with exciting possibilities and future expat pursuits. We discussed how we only have one chance to make our life amazing and to embrace every presented challenge and adventure. When I have doubts, I will just remember these words of wisdom from a wise friend. While the unknown may be scary, the rewards are immeasurable.