Recently, stopping for some icecream became a bit of an overwhelming experience.
I tried to think of all the choices I had amongst me, so as to choose the best one. Not the old standby, or the choicest of a small number, but from ALL the selection choose my single choice.
And my mind staggered under the weight afforded me by where I live is crippling. There is too much afforded to me to take in unfiltered. I simply crumple.
And practically the same can be said of ice cream with it’s many flavors . . . And cones, sprinkles, toppjngs, sandwiches, portions, brands, confections and varieties. Combined with living in Southern California, well … cultural diversity practically renders the choices beyond imagination.
I feel the sheer scope of possibilities is clouding my ability to critically evaluate and practice moderation.