I had a moment of clarity last night that's got me thinking about life and choices and consequences this morning.
Last night I thought about being 33, being homeless, enrolled in a BA, tattooed and pierced in odd places, being childless and single and dating girls significantly younger than myself.
This morning I've been thinking about not having a plan for a future that is almost upon me. I've thought about not wanting, at this age, the things biology and human history expect me to have by now.
I've thought about individual choices and conventional wisdom, and which one offers more and why.
And I'm now thinking about how life doesn't have a do-over option if you fuck it up the first time around and how much that scares me...
But I gotta admit, I hear ya. It's something worth considering.
I consider the choice of non-choice as addressed in the book, 'Wonder Woman: the myth of having it all'...I am aware that if I keep choosing art and jobs over following this man that maybe, quite possibly maybe, I am non-choosing a choice that will be one fork of the road or the other. And maybe I really can't have it all.
Man, this is a Sunday afternoon drinking conversation. I wish I had a coldie.