maximizers and satisficers, or how I ruined my last vacation

A couple of years ago, Michael took me to Las Vegas for a week on vacation. I was incredibly grateful for his generous gift and excited to explore a new city. Somehow, though, the trip did not meet expectations and caused more stress among the ranks than happy couple bonding time. It took me a long time to realize exactly what went so terribly wrong on that trip and even longer to finally have a name for it. I am a maximizer. If you want a brief but good explanation of maximizers versus satisficers, you can find one here. I spend ever so much time over analyzing every decision I make and constantly worried that I will make the wrong decision. Which is what happened on this trip. I couldn't even pick a restaurant to eat at without being quite sure that my traveling companion would find it unsatisfactory and, because I had made said decision, subsequently find me unsatisfactory. I became a very unattractive, insecure person to be stuck in a hotel with for a week. And quite literally every time I have made decisions in this manner, I have sabotaged myself. So here is my resolution, no more ruined vacations and self doubt, I resolve to be a satisficer from here on out. Dear friends, please call me out when I'm being too obsessive.