Kynzi

I thought I hated having choices.

I thought I hated making decisions, having to weigh options.

I thought I might just be indecisive by nature.

But that’s not the truth, because more often than not, I have an immediate answer for most questions; except the ones that have no inherently wrong answer. The truth is: I hate not getting what I want, particularly at the expense of making the “wrong” choice. Perfectionism would force me to consider every angle. I’d become SO consumed with all the potential outcomes of any single decision, that the fear of the unknown would immobilize me, locking me into limbo. I deemed that a safer, better reality than just choosing.

However, one thing I’ve always been, without a question, is much too tall for small spaces. So I decided to open the door to the room I’d unwittingly locked myself in. I realized that your decisions only change your path, not your destination. The journey forth was never linear, not for anyone, and I'm resolved in that.

“Choices.” is an audible manifestation of my divorce to perfection. My decision to permanently detach from the outcome, and move forward without fear of error or repercussion. Its release in and of itself is the first demonstration of my brand new commitment to decisiveness without regard for outside opinions..and inside opinions because after all, we are our own worst critics.