When I was in second and third grade, I was obsessed with "choose your own adventure" books. I was never satisfied with one or two adventures, though. I would finish reading a few of them and then I would read the one I liked over and over until I was bored. And then I would read the entire book straight through, one page to the next, just to see what was on the other adventures I had missed and to revisit the pages I had enjoyed the most. And then I would start all over and try to navigate my way with choices to the new pages I'd found.
I just wasn't happy with one destiny. I wanted to adventure hop. If my third grade obsession with adventure was the blueprint for my actual destiny, it would be pretty accurate. Just skimming the surface of some of the adventures I remember...
Drinking champagne with Sumo wrestlers in Tokyo. Being covered in therapeutic mud at the sulfur lake in Pantelleria Italy. Winning the gold medal at the BJJ Pan Americans. Sitting in an ER after my group home roommate attempted suicide. Experiencing enlightenment in the attic of my ex boyfriend's parent's house. Being in NYC during 9/11. Switching identities. Following Carlos Castaneda's cult. Making homemade soy sauce and miso while living at a macrobiotic cooking school in Chico. Engineering my own vision quest on the coast of Oregon with Ayahuasca. Sleeping outside in the campus quad in the middle of finals. Sitting in the back of a police car. Living in the midwest with a preacher and his family. Learning to make tabouleh with my grandfather in California. Sitting in a strip club on Christmas talking to Santa Claus about God. Going to Catholic school in fresh pressed tartan skirts. Smuggling money into the united states, getting busted, then getting released. Walking into an octagon. Having a spontaneous out of body experience.Retrieving stolen jewelry from a bank in Milan.
I was born to hop destinies, swap them out, change the endings and switch at the last second. Take the adventures out of order, fuck them all up and then go back to the beginning.
More and more these days I'm left with the question-- What do I do with a train wreck of unfinished adventures as a personal history?
Write a book, I suppose...