on decision making

i hate making decisions. they will probably always and forever be the death of me. (sorry future husband, you may have to propose a few times...)
when i was a little girl my mom would take me places and she'd tell me to pick out something. guess what? i couldn't and more often than not i'd walk out empty-handed, because i just couldn't decide. whether it's ice cream, toothpaste, brand of spandex or a BIG life decision, i just don't know.
it's different when i come up with it on my own. but don't you dare put me on the spot. you'll hate me. i won't be able to decide for at least ten minutes.. and that makes for extra long shopping trips and  my mom hollering at me from the checkout stand as i stare wide-eyed at the two pairs of earrings that i cannot decide on. life is a struggle, yo. #firstworldproblems
sometimes i just want people to tell me what i want. but that's no good either, because i don't like to be told what to do.. ughhh. i have issues.

does that make me weak minded?
 i gotta work on this or my children will remain #1 #2 and #3 for the rest of their lives..

xo. -M