Psychologists call it the paradox of choice. When we’re given endless options to choose from in life, we sometimes end up choosing none at all.
The construction wakes me at 8 am on a Saturday morning. The tequila in my system from the night before doesn’t agree with the noise one bit. The dreadful sounds of the trucks reversing, the drills boring, the water pressure machines pressurizing, it’s all so foul and toxic to the calm rituals of my weekend mornings.