Decisions, decisions

Although I am a decisive woman, I hate to make decisions. Oh, I can handle simple things like what to have for dinner, what outfit to wear or determining which show to watch on TV, but choosing a paint color? Picking a fabric? Determining who is the greatest rock drummer of all time when John Bonham, Keith Moon and Neil Peart are among the semi-finalists? Forget it, I can’t do it. Whenever the options seem too vast or there are both pro and con arguments for each, I become racked with uncertainty and usually avoid making a choice altogether.

Never was this more apparent than when I started planning my recent wedding. One peek into a bridal magazine the size of “War and Peace” and I knew I was in trouble. The options were mind-boggling. How in the world was I supposed to choose one dress out of 3,000? Did I want to carry roses or lilies? Did I prefer a nosegay, cascading shower or a “tussy mussy” bouquet? (I’m still not sure what that last one is exactly, but trust me it’s one of 19 options for bridal floral designs.)

Don’t get me wrong. I may not know if I am a trendy or traditional bride, but I know sensory overload when I see it. I had no desire to lose my mind over centerpieces, tablecloths, hideous bridesmaids dresses, or who should be invited to the main event. I knew I had to do something to get the selections down to a reasonable number unless I planned to remain single for the rest of my natural life.

Hence, the Disney Fairytale Wedding. No, I am not a Disney freak (no more or less so than the average person) but I knew it would be a topnotch affair and once I set the budget, the options were laid out in front of me. I had a choice of three venues, (one of which was the last hotel I stayed at with my mother, making this a no-brainer,) six bouquet options and 12 musical selections of which I was supposed to choose three. To make this even easier, they had the tunes categorized based on bridal party entrance, bride and recessional. Can’t beat that!

It took less than 20 minutes to plan the whole thing. (The wedding coordinator was most impressed.) I’m not kidding when I say that planning the wedding was a piece of cake compared to scoring reservations at the Be Our Guest Restaurant or finding a Fast Pass to meet the Frozen princesses. Word to the wise: Anna and Elsa’s Fast Passes are booked six months in advance and the stand-by line is roughly five hours… it’s best to “let it go.” (Pun intended.)  I don’t know if the wedding gods took pity on me or if they just wanted to save everyone’s sanity, but somehow I not only managed to get the Rapunzel dress of my dreams on sale (it was a sample), I also found a great pair of white shoes on a clearance rack in the middle of February and I wrote my wedding vows inside of five minutes thanks in part to the lyrical talents of Robert Plant, Freddie Mercury and Jon Bon Jovi.

When I am not overwhelmed by choices, I am actually quite speedy in my decision-making process. That being said, when I do make up my mind about something, that’s what I want. I don’t tend to waiver on my decision and I don’t like being offered alternatives. Do not show me something else. Do not tell me that it’s no longer available and don’t try to offer me something “similar.” If I have gone to all the trouble of wasting time and brain cells on an issue, that’s what I want. Don’t try and talk me out of it. Trust me, if I start second guessing myself… nothing will get accomplished.

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