Overthinking [aka: obsessing, mulling, etc...] it (whatever it is) my entire life

At the age of 47 I realized that which I thought was my hallmark asset--my ability to think--turns out to be quite a liability. I've been thinking for so many years that it's become a disease for me (Louise Hay would say "dis-ease"--and I thank her for that).

I grew up with the idea that you had to use your brain, your mind, your intellect. I grew up with the idea that I didn't do that enough. Think. So I did it more. Like if a little is good, more is better.

It isn't.

Not when you can't make a decision that should be relatively easy--like what flavor Gatorade to buy at 7-11. And not when you send a decision to your brain that really belongs to your heart or gut (most of them, if not all, do).

Today I'm going to trust that.