Still DecidingYou've looked at the thing so many times you can't remember if you like it, or if you've just gone numb to it. Somewhere along the way, deciding turned into checking, and no one ever told you when checking was supposed to stop.
I've watched this happen enough times to say it plainly. The sixth opinion never tells you anything the first one didn't. I'd rather tell you that than sell you a seventh.
If you read one thing
My Mother Was Never Asked What Beautiful Meant to Her
A contractor picked her last kitchen. This time, someone asked what she wanted.
I stood in my parents' new kitchen holding a paint chip called Alabaster. Already reaching for the word beautiful. Which is what everyone reaches for when they haven't decided what they mean.
Named precisely enough that you stop thinking it's your fault.
Specific enough that it couldn't have been faked.
One specific thing. Closeable today.
You just never read the results.