I want to take you back to the golf course. Now, this golf course was located in Queen Creek, Arizona.

It was over the weekend, and my son-in-law, Mitch, my son Jake and I, and then a fourth person that just happened to pull up named Greg, we were golfing in the picturesque Phoenix desert.

There were cactus. We were climbing where it felt like rocks and over boulders and the air was dry. And it was a really good day for golf. And there was one hole, and now I'm not a good golf where I absolutely took last place if we would have been keeping track. And I honestly believe I was probably the only person that wasn't keeping score. But we were having an amazing day. And I remember we got up to a particular hole. I don't remember what the hole was. But for the sake of the story, let's say it was hole 13, one of my favorite numbers. And I was about 150, 160 yards away from the green in the pin. And I look over to Greg. Greg's the more seasoned golfer. I say, Greg, what club are you swinging?

And he says, I don't know, he says something like I'm going to, I'm going to hit a seven iron, but I'm going to hit a solid seven. Got the wind behind me and I'm going to try to pull it or draw it a little bit, to set it right up on the green, the flag's blue. That means it's to the back of the green and hopefully it'll roll. and I look over to my son-in-law Mitch

and I say, Mitch, what would you swing from here?

And he says, you know, I usually blade the shot and so I might hit an eight and then just hope that I just really make contact. I look over at Jake. Jake's a really big hitter. And Jake says, you know, I might use an eight, but he's like, but you know what? I might even pull out a hybrid club

and just try to hit this thing solid or just hit the grass in front of the green and just roll right on. And all of a sudden I think, what club am I going to hit? And I look at my bag and I've got the wood, I've got the hybrid, I've got the six, the seven, the eight, the nine, and I don't even know and I sit there and I find myself paralyzed and all of a sudden a course

Marshall comes driving up and he lets us know, hey, hey, guys, do you mind speeding up your golf a little bit? There's a, there's a couple of holes ahead of you. And so you're lagging a little bit behind. And all of a sudden, I felt bad. I felt a little bit of guilt. I don't think it was quite going into the world of

shame, but I realized I got a little bit of analysis paralysis. And I thought, man, that term just came to me

pretty easily and how often am I talking about that in therapy? But analysis paralysis is this

concept where I think I have so many decisions. And all of a sudden I'm looking at all this different input that I can't make a decision. So what do I do? I grab my seven iron out of the bag and I square up to the ball and I settle myself in. And then I want to tell you that it was one of the greatest shots that I've ever hit hit that I hit the club just perfectly, that it landed at the front of the green and rolled on.

But instead, I hit the ball and it veered a slice. I'm left-handed. It goes off to my left. And then I

just hear the solid sound of the ball hitting one of these terracotta tile roofs. And while that was

satisfying, apparently that might have been the wrong club or better yet, I'm not a very good golfer.

But the concept of analysis paralysis is something that I think everyone can think of times or

examples where that's happened to them. I was talking to my daughter last night, and we were talking

about, have you ever wanted to find something to watch? And we were both talking about these

experiences of being on a treadmill and just scrolling through all of a sudden, I want to find

something new to watch. So I look on Netflix, then I jump over to Hulu, then I maybe go to

HBO Max, and I go over to Amazon Prime. And absolutely

a true story I was sharing with her a couple of weeks ago where by the time that I had realized

that there was nothing, that there were too many choices that I couldn't pick anything. I was

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