I use to find a lot of comfort in telling my exroommates everything. And recently I realized that by getting these second opinions on my life, and on various decisions I make, worry me more than is entirely necessary.
When I ask for a second opinion, usually in the back of my mind, I have already made up my mind about what to do, but was looking for a little reassurance, by asking for the second opinions. What I failed to realize, of course, was that there are reasons for why everyone would make certain decisions about certain things. Life is always going to be full of surprises, twists and turns, and I won't always be able to make the "right", or the "correct" decision, but it is only through these trials and errors that I'll learn my own path. It only took an over-load of second opinions for me to finally see it.
So now I'm at a really good place, and I'm not worried, overly-excited (as I would be), or anxious. I'm a realist, I just needed to find my way.
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