I went to try on bridal gowns today. I only tried on a few. I started to have a major panic attack when I was there. The store was crowded. There are 600 million different styles. The style I LOVED looked awful on me. The dress that looks good makes me feel like a grandma. Then I started to think about all that I have left to do. I love racing thoughts. I cried on my drive home. I was upset because I'm pretty sure "the dress" is not going to end up being "the dress". Should I just settle on a dress that looks good on me, or should I get the dress that looks better on the rack? Many of you don't know me in real life. I cannot make a decision. I lose it. I freak. I can't even pick out cereal for my kids. They are kids; they will eat any sugary cereal. They don't care, but I still have to flip out over it. I wanted to buy some ice cream today to help me feel better. Guess what!! I couldn't pick out a damn flavor. This is getting ridiculous. I've tried medication in the past, but I just turned into a zombie. Maybe prayer or meditation is what I need. Blah.