by Denee Dole, who is constantly learning to let things go I have a BFA in fashion design from 1994. I kept my sewing machine, books, drafted patterns and all the designs I created. I had spools and spools of thread and random pieces of fabrics. All of this, including a newer serger, lived in my back closet, collecting dust and spilling guilt all over me. They haunted me, calling to me...do something, do something, do something. During a rampant clean out project, I stared at

by Denee Dole, a soon to be reformed chronic contemplator So many ideas. So many decisions. So little time. I stared at the paint chip. Day after day. Was it the right color for the walls? Did I like it? Would I regret it? After about a month, yes that long...maybe longer, completely drenched in indecision paralysis, I finally decided yes to the paint color. My husband painted the living room, and to my horror, I hated it. And I hated it for years until we had to repaint the