I never learned how to make decisions

I've got a decision or two to make in the next several weeks and I'm relearning something I've always known, plainly, I'm not great at making decisions. There is part of me that remains terribly impulsive and another part that is quite restrained. I'm sure this has been completely maddening to those around me. It's maddening for me to feel indecisive. But really, I have no idea what I'm doing right now. There are choices that can be made, but none of them have to be made. The eight ball is on the table, but I'm somewhere in front and not behind. Now, I can spit out cliches about this all day long but I don't have any that will get me closer to figuring it out. And since this blog is vague by definition, and I'm not even telling those closest to me about any of this, I can't really write it all out and ask for help. Maybe instead of help I need guidance. Or maybe what I need is a sign. Catholics are always looking for signs. My life has become disjointed and rambling. That is the truth. More to follow, as it develops.