An empty menu board sits in front of me, because I'm bad at making decisions. Somehow, I think that if I stare at it long enough, it will fill itself in. But it's still blank. Seven days of choice. It's my worst nightmare. "It's only meal planning", I tell myself, as I pour my dinner of cereal, into a bowl for the third night in a row. Cereal, because I'm bad at making decisions, and dinner is one of them.

Laundry, laying in bags waiting to be washed. But, I can't decide which day to do laundry. Because I'm bad at making decisions, and laundry is one of them.

My wall, filled with meal prep calendars, and daily non negotiables, which, anxiety makes negotiable. Mantras of " you are a work in progress", and some baby pictures, fill in the gaps on the wall.

I still don't know what to have for dinner. I guess, I'll have cereal.

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