You are a grown up. Do what you want.

My fingers hover above the SIGN UP button.

Wanting to click. Not clicking. Still wanting. Not clicking.

Inside my mind, a whirling tornado of thoughts:

I really want to take that fitness class in half an hour. But I already went to the gym earlier today! Will they think I’m a weirdo for coming back twice in one day? But I really want to go. It will feel so good and my favorite instructor is teaching. But what will people think? Maybe I ought to use this time to do something else. Blah blah bloop etc.

And so on.

The mental-whirling continues for one, two, five minutes. Maybe longer.

Time’s running out. Am I lacing up my sneakers or not? What the heck is stopping me?

Then, like a sunburst of clarity, clouds parting, angels rejoicing in harmony, I remember:

Wait a minute… I am a grown up. I can do what I want.

I sign up. I dash out. I take the class. It’s amazing, challenging, intensely rewarding. Just like I knew it would be.

Do I regret going? No I do not.

Do I feel silly for wasting five precious life-minutes wavering, stammering and hovering over the SIGN UP button for no reason? Yep, I do.

The next time I catch myself — or somebody else — painfully wrestling with a decision that really doesn’t need to be wrestled with, I will gently shake them out of their stupor and offer this reminder:

Hey. You there. Yeah, you.

Do what you want.