With the fear of potentially regretting it...

I have realized that one of my biggest fears these days, in the midst of my youth and my ever-constant changing mind, is actually changing my mind. I fear being spontaneous and becoming, in the oh-so-hilarious terms of CBS' "How I Met Your Mother",

the Blitz.

Now what is the Blitz you ask? Well, as I learned in the episode 10 of season 6 called "Blitzgiving", Blitz is the name given to an individual who leaves or looks away and almost immediately misses something COMPLETELY EPIC AND AMAZING only to return immediately after to a crowd of people oohing, ahhing, and what not.

*sigh* yeah. Exactly. I am afraid of changing my mind, not necessarily without thought, but quickly and impulsively (regardless of my qualms) and then regretting it later because I missed out on something great.

And yes I know that I will always be missing out on something no matter what decision I make, but picture this:

You're walking down a dirt road, it's deserted, it's hot, you've run out of water and you're in desperate need of shelter, so you're hoping you'll eventually happen upon a town.

You've been walking for a while, tired and hungry, extremely thirsty, but it's been hours. You don't know if you're going to be able to make it and you start thinking "What if I started going off in the wrong direction? Should I turn around? If that's what happened I must be really far..."

Then ahead you see a path that forks off to the left and debate on whether or not you should take it. You haven't seen any town coming up and maybe that road will lead you to it, but it also could just lead you in a completely different direction even farther away from town. It's a risk. You're unsure. You're delirious and scared. But at the last minute you decide to follow the road and veer off to the left.

What you don't realize is that if you had just stayed on the path and walked another mile, you would have happened upon a farm house with a really friendly family sitting down to a big feast for lunch. And now that you've veered off to the left, you're actually walking right past that family, deeper and deeper into the unknown with no civilization for miles.

And that's it. By the time you realize you have to turn back it's too late. You're 100 miles away, tired, hungry, maybe even out of gas, and it's getting dark. You're doomed.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Being doomed by a split second decision, done much like how a bandaid is ripped off, and then finding out later it was a stupid move. I should have just stuck to my guns and more importantly trusted my first gut instinct because the second choice was made when my head was nor my confidence was in the right place.