Letting the wheel decide

I’d been staring at the same three tabs for days. The cart was full, the pros and cons list was a mess of scribbles, and I just felt tired. It wasn't even a big decision, but my brain had completely stalled out.

The weight of a simple choice

It was just a pair of boots. Black or brown. But every time I went to click ‘checkout’, I’d close the browser instead. I’d tell myself I’d decide tomorrow, after I’d thought about it more.Tomorrow came, and the tabs were still there. The decision had taken on this weird gravity, like picking the wrong one would somehow throw everything off. I knew it was silly, but the feeling was real.

A quiet surrender

I finally opened the random name picker. I didn't want tips or strategies. I didn't want to think about versatility or my existing wardrobe. I just needed the noise to stop.I typed the options in. Black. Brown. The cursor hovered over the spin button for a second. There was a strange relief in that moment, in handing it over.I clicked. The wheel spun for what felt like a long time, colors blurring together. When it landed, it was just a word on a screen. But it felt like permission.

What was in the cart

Black leather ankle boots Brown suede Chelsea boots Grey waterproof hiking boots Tan work boots White platform sneakers Navy blue rain boots Burgundy loafers