Choose Your Own Adventure

When I was growing up, I absolutely loved the “Choose Your Own Adventure” books and I loved “Mad Libs.” I've been thinking about both recently, because I once again found a Mad Libs buried in a pile of music and it has been making me very happy with its nonsense.

After years of growing up, I finally realized that life is like one of those adventure books (I'm not the sharpest cookie in the shed sometimes). However, the difference is with the adventure books is that I always died, usually pretty violently, by my third decision. And while that hasn't been the case in my real life, I do know I make some bad decisions from time to time, page by page, even.

I remember the last adventure book I read. I died pretty quickly and I got so frustrated that I read the book straight through until I found the ending I wanted. I then went backwards from there to figure out the decisions I would've needed to make to have a happy ending. I'm stubborn when I'm figuring something out. And I realized that every single decision was exactly opposite of how I thought and how my instincts worked and that I'd have never reached that ending on my own.

So. Instead of speculating too long on my chances of a happy ending in real life, I instead am looking at exactly how my decision-making process works before I am faced with a pit of hungry alligators. And while I'd like to think I'll never see a pit full of hungry alligators, I've had enough bizarre adventures that I'm not going to rule it out. And that is the _______ for the _______ of my _____.


Moral of today's story: I do try to go to bed early. And midnight-ish is early...kinda. At least I'm not up dorking around until 3:00 on a school night (this week...). FINALLY, a good decision!!

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