Sometimes, the most daunting decision of my day is simply figuring out what to have for dinner. It might sound trivial, especially considering that I juggle the responsibilities of being a mother and an employee, where I regularly tackle significant decisions with far-reaching consequences. Yet, it’s precisely because of those weighty choices that the small ones—like what to have for dinner—can feel insurmountable. By the time evening rolls around, after a whirlwind of errands and preparing for the next day, I find myself standing in front of the fridge, staring blankly at its contents. Or perhaps someone will ask where I’d like to eat, and I can feel the fatigue wash over me. The thought of making yet another decision is exhausting. I’m worn out - plain and simple. It’s in these moments that the simplest choices become the hardest. When I rise in the morning, my day isn’t just about me. I’m managing the calendars of three people, coordinating dentist appointments, practice schedules, ...