Once upon a time, in the exotic land of Nashville-- you could be from Belize or New York-- there lived a ninety-seven headed turtle.
Each head said, "I have a good idea." Sometimes this turned out to be true and sometimes it didn't, but most of the time it was hard to tell. So, all the heads took turns letting each other lead.
Mostly, the turtle just wanted ice cream from Baskin Robins. All turtles love ice-cream but turtles with ninety-seven heads are especially fond of it. True fact.
And so the turtle made a little progress towards Baskins, when one of the heads said, "I have a great idea! Lets got to Taco Bell."
"I want to go fishing," another said. (Which makes much more sense than tacos as far as turtles are concerned.)
And so the turtle went a little this way and a little that way, often heading in the vicinity of its goal but never quite getting there. At last the turtle stumbled upon a truly good idea and then another, but it was already tired from being pulled in so many different directions.
It felt overwhelmed but it refused to give up on any of the directions it wanted to go and thus it spent a lifetime in Nowhere, always just outside of Somewhere.
I know exactly how this applies to me. How does this apply to you?