Confused..

This always happens to me. I have a problem where I don't know where to begin my judgment on being happy.

I'm so confused.


Little things make me happy.  Today I went to Chinatown with Joshua and Mallory- ate some amazing meals. Then went to dance class to get my hip hop on.. then came home.. and it was a great day.  And I just found myself looking at my calender thinking it's the second week in February- I gotta start making decisions fast on what I want to do this next year.

I don't even know where to begin my decisions.  I've cried and I've bitched and moaned a lot about NYC, but when I finally leave will I want to?  You would think after living here for.. 8 months I would've been able to kind of make a decision, but I can't. One day I'll wake up and not want to even get out of bed, because I don't want to face the city, and the other days I'm jumping out of bed so excited to start the next day.

I'm finally fine now, and I'm scared I'll make a decision I might regret (hence.. still keeping that new years resolution of being content in my decisions). I wish someone could make decisions for me. I wish someone could go into the future and tell me which decision would be best for me.

But I don't know.. and I guess I'll never know until I try something.. aghhhhhhh I hate being an adult.