Absolutely Lauren - Washington DC, Heart Mural

What’s my purpose here? Well, I’ve been indecisive for… forever.

My earliest memory of being indecisive dates back to 1999. Little 7 year old me had just gotten her very first Pokemon game, something that to be quite honest, changed my life (I still play to this day). I very distinctly remember getting to Celadon City and finding a man offering up an Eevee totally free of charge. It felt like a trap at the time and boy, was it. It wasn’t until a little later when I realized what Eevee was capable of that I realized my problem. For those of you who led sadder or maybe just more eventful childhoods than I, regular Pokemon evolve in a linear fashion. First, Charmander evolves into Charmeleon before evolving again into Charizard later. There are no other options. Charmander can’t look in the mirror and say, “You know what I don’t want to be a Charmeleon. I want to be an Ivysaur.” Just about every Pokemon is like this. Except for Eevee. In the original set of games, Eevee can evolve into not one but three very different Pokemon and once you made your choice, that was it. No take backsies. That means you have to be decisive. You have to mean it when you choose.

I have trouble with that in my everyday life and I have for as long as I can remember. (If you knew how long it took me to settle on a blog name, you would be appalled.) My life feels like it’s been full of half-hearted decisions that I didn’t truly mean.

I’ve also always been what my mom likes to call, “a Quitter.” I did baton and I quit. I did soccer and I quit. I did swimming and I quit. I did track and I quit. I tried learning Spanish last year and guess what? DING DING DING! I freakin’ quit.

My goal is to be more absolute in my decisions. To quit being wishy-washy and to dive in, headfirst.

So, where do we go from here? Well, here is where I’ll be documenting my journey to decisiveness and a bunch of other stuff along the way. This is basically my place to talk about whatever I want. (It’s my blog and I can cry if I want to. Just kidding. Probably no crying.)

Me in Paris, living my most croissant-y life