I want to write, but I don’t know what, so here’s a sort of story.
There was never enough time for her.
Ever.
She had to do so many things, and most of them happened to happen at the same time. Appointment with the dentist or meeting the new writer. Going to Baglung to see the new spot that had been subject to so much fawning or taking care of her three nephews and four nieces who wanted to be with her. She had to make tough choices.
Once she started doing it, she became quite good at it. Making tough decisions on the moment became second nature to her. Her friends would be amused by how she would curse the leaders from all around the world who came on the news for their ‘indecision’. She would actually have made an excellent adviser or an intern to any important global leader.
Decisiveness can sometimes lead you to places you don’t want to go, even if you are very informed about the repercussions of your decisions. She had been lucky she had never ever felt the repercussions of her decisions. Her choices had mostly been about her, and things she had missed out on, she would always somehow makeup for later. That way, even if she missed spending time with her nieces and nephews who absolutely adored her, she would make up for it by taking somewhere nice for the weekends and filling them to the brim with whatever they wanted. It had taken two male shopkeepers, and three local women to keep her from buying beer for her 12-year-old niece who wanted to taste if all beer were just as bitter as the one her father usually had. She was not impulsive or stupid—she just was, and sometimes her decisiveness overrode her sensibility.