I often find myself stuck behind the walls of decision paralysis and I can never figure out which way to go. Chicken or steak. Say what I feel or craft what someone wants to hear.
Because I've faced this kind of paralysis through the more interesting moments in life, I taught myself to see each option as a doorway... an entrance that leads to somewhere I haven't been yet. It feels easier to keep moving when I believe there's something on the other side, even if it's just more questions.
In Part One I asked whether anything we make of ourselves, in public, on camera, in performance, is real. Especially in the age of AI. I wrote the diagnosis. The prognosis was something I couldn't approach alone.
So I built a hallway, walked through it, and opened six different doors.