From yesterday.

A snippet:

Ten years ago, I was sitting in a bar in Las Vegas, drinking a vodka & ginger ale, when a friend asked me how I managed to have so many crazy life experiences at the tender age of 23.

I grinned and said: “when I look out at my personal horizon, and the choices I can make, I think to myself: what’s going to make a better story later? and then I do that.”

I’ve made decisions for lots of other reasons, mind you, including money and love, but somehow “this’ll be a great chapter in my autobiography” or, morbidly, “this’ll be a great first line to my obituary” tumbles through my brain as I craft my personal narrative by living the best story I can make.

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