Letting the numbers decide for me

It was one of those afternoons where the clock seemed stuck. I had a list of three equally valid tasks, and I just couldn't pick which one to start. My brain felt like static. I was just waiting for a sign, for someone else to walk by and point at one.

The weight of a simple choice

Decision fatigue is a real, physical thing. It's not about being lazy. It's that your mental energy for making distinctions just runs out. You know you have to do something, but the act of choosing the *what* becomes this impossible hurdle.All the options are fine. None are wrong. But that's almost worse, because then there's no clear path forward. You end up staring at your screen, cycling through the same three thoughts, getting nowhere.

A quiet surrender to chance

That's when I stopped trying to be the decider. I wrote each task on a scrap of paper, folded them, and shuffled them on my desk. It felt like a small, secret rebellion against my own overthinking. The relief was immediate.It wasn't about being random for the sake of it. It was about handing the reins to something neutral. The outcome didn't matter as much as the fact that a choice was finally, definitively, made. The paralysis broke.I picked up the first scrap my fingers touched. And just like that, I was working.