Letting the wheel decide for me

I was standing in the kitchen, staring at the takeout menus. It was one of those evenings where nothing sounded right, but I was too hungry to keep scrolling. I glanced at the clock. It was already past seven.

The moment you just want an answer

My brain felt like a browser with too many tabs open. I could feel the indecision starting to build, that low hum of frustration. It wasn't about the food, really. It was about being tired of my own thoughts.I just needed the question to be gone. I didn't need the best choice, or the smartest one. I just needed a choice, full stop.

A quiet kind of relief

I typed the options into the wheel and spun it. There was a weird little pause as it slowed down. For a second, I almost hoped it would land on the one I secretly wanted.But when it landed on the Thai place, I just felt the tension leave my shoulders. It was decided. The mental loop was broken. I wasn't choosing anymore; I was just following through.It felt less like a decision and more like permission. Permission to stop the back-and-forth in my head and just move on with my night.

What the wheel does

It doesn't make the choice for you. It ends the conversation you're having with yourself.

After it lands

You don't have to wonder if you picked right. You just have to pick up the phone.