I flew through the forest, thinking and rethinking my decision. Had I made the right choice? Was I being too hasty? Or was I second guessing myself for the wrong reasons? I hated this about myself. I could never make a clean decision. I always thought it over and over. Gave myself a million reasons why I should change my mind and a million more why I shouldn't. I questioned myself, badgered myself tirelessly and tried to poke holes in my reasoning until I was left not just tired but exhausted. Then whatever decision had been in the lead when I was too tired to go on would lead. More often than not, it was the thing she'd originally chosen. And it usually ended up being right.
So why couldn't she just trust herself? Why did she always have to doubt and question herself? Before their de
