The Hesitance

On my way out to watch American Graffiti in the park I noticed that the night was chillier than I’d expected. I wondered aloud if I might need a jacket. But instead of going back in the house and getting one, I worried that I was holding up the waiting family and hurried into the minivan. When we got to the park it was clear that everyone needed sweatshirts. I drove home and got everyone sweatshirts and blankets, missing the beginning of this classic film. This incident represents a character trait that’s been bugging me for a long time. I am ridiculously hesitant when it comes to making a decision. Even when I’m totally sure I’m right about something---being out of toothpaste, for example---I hem and haw with wishy-washy remarks like, “I think I may have noticed…” and “I’m not sure but we might consider…” I’m annoying the hell out of myself with my hesitance. Is this how I want to live? Is this who I want to be?
I might try and work on being more decisive today. But I'm not sure if I will or not.