It only took me 12 years. I’ve decided to paint the garden shed. LW says we’d better do it right away, before I change my mind. Not that I’m indecisive. (much)
I’m a Libra. And as this site points out, we Librans have a wee bit of trouble making decisions. Apparently two causes are at play. One, we’re afraid of hurting someone’s feelings. Two, we’re just plain afraid.
Libra’s indecisiveness is caused by fear: their fear that a wrong decision will make everything come crashing down around them and cause turmoil in their lives.
It’s true. I have been terrified—and that alone has caused turmoil in my life: What if we paint the garden shed and everything comes crashing down? If it’s the wrong decision, I’ll regret it for the rest of my days. LW says the paint will eventually wear off again, but it’s taken several decades for the shed to look like this. I’m optimistic, but I’m not naive. I won’t live long enough to see a solid coat of paint wear down to bare wood.
I love weathered wood. I love the look of brightly coloured flowers against weathered wood.
But LW was a painter in her former life, and for 12 years she’s been arguing that if we don’t protect the wood, it will rot. I’m not convinced. This wood has been bare for a long time, and it hasn’t rotted yet. But I have to admit I don’t like the unevenness of the weathering. The dark parts look dingy to me. Not to mention that it needs a few holes repaired. And some shingles on the roof. And some trim.
It doesn’t really make sense to do all that and not paint the shed. We’ll match the house, of course. No brown, just buttercream yellow trimmed with white.
If you think I’m making a big mistake, speak up. Until we dip our brushes in the paint, I can still back out of this decision.