Options Schmoptions

Sometimes I wish I had fewer options. Maybe if I had a dream from when I was little, like being an astronaut, then it would be easier to plan my life. I could just use this handy flow chart:
And all life's problems would be solved.

My issue is that I don't know what I want to do, and I have way-too-many-million options. Such options include: go to law school, go to masters in policy, try a parliamentary internship, get a one-year BA (i.e., stall), or live in a box.

These options then have subset follow-up questions. I have this really smug little person sitting in my brain that punches every decision in the face. "Oh yeah? You're leaning toward a masters in public policy? Well, what school? What country? What country do you want to work in? Do you need to take and standardized tests for that? How many years do you want your program to be? What kind of course work? A focus on qualitative or quantitative? Are you interested in policy or legislature? Don't know the difference? Then don't make a decision until you've done your research, missy!"

Then I sulk for a bit. Play a bit of spider solitaire. You know.

Alternatively, instead of focusing on how bad all my decisions might be, I imagine all the fun times they each might lead to. Some of these options would allow me to live in Ottawa! And I'd see one of my favourite aunts all the time! One of these options would allow me to take a million (read: 15) courses that I've always wanted to take, but couldn't, because the engineering accreditation board is mean! So much possibility!

I'm sorry this blog has turned into "OMG MY LIFE" except for that I'm not sorry at all. I hate making major decisions! I'm in a tough spot!