A gift for the weekend

I was standing in the store aisle, phone in hand, scrolling through the same three gift ideas for my sister. The clock on the screen said 3:47 PM, and I’d been there for twenty minutes. I just wanted to be done with it.

The hesitation felt heavy

Every option seemed to carry a silent judgment. Was a book too impersonal? Was a fancy candle trying too hard? My brain kept looping, attaching meaning to things that probably didn’t have any.I could feel the weekend slipping away, consumed by this small, stupid decision. The pressure to pick the perfect thing, the one that said ‘I get you’ without actually saying it, was exhausting.

Letting the chance decide

So I opened the wheel app on my phone. I typed in the options I’d been staring at, adding a few wild cards for good measure. There was a strange relief in handing it over.My thumb hovered over the spin button for a second. Then I just tapped it. The colors blurred together, a little carnival of possibility right there in my palm. The noise of the store faded out.

When it stopped spinning

It landed on ‘a really cozy blanket’. I laughed a little. It was simple. It was warm. It didn’t need a complicated story.I put my phone away and walked straight to the home goods section. The choice was made, and just like that, the weight was gone. I paid and left, the weekend finally feeling like my own again.