Sometimes I have a problem with structured decision making. Not a huge problem. I’m generally able to get from A to B. I don’t forget to shower. I dress well. My apartment is cluttered but certainly doesn’t smell. I like to act on the spur of the moment even if that moment was preceded by months of research.

But faced with competing options I often face internal gridlock: Do I want to start a blog? I don’t know. Yes. I guess. But what would I write about? Politics? Law? Photography? Should I use Blogger, WordPress, or Tumblr? Separate blogs for different topics?

What the hell do I want to do with my life? IDK my BFF Jill. I’m indecisive. I want to do everything. I’m interested in everything interesting. Can I pick just one thing? Do I have to pick just one? What if I suck at what I pick?

See. Questions are outnumbered by answers.

Here’s what I want for myself in its most distilled form:

I want to write.

I want to write well.

I want people to read what I write.

I want people to learn from what I write.

I want to learn.

I want to learn about anything that interests me.

I want to learn from what I write.

I want to teach.

I want to teach about topics I love.

I want to be an expert.

I want a family.

I want to be a good husband.

I want to be a good father.

I want to be a good son.

I want a dog (yes, dogs make this list, I love dogs)