I love it when a conglomeration of ideas come together. On occasion, the universe graciously meets me in the middle, presenting an irresistible opportunity, provided I make a sacrifice. The latest proposition sends me searching for goats, chickens, or semi-coherent blondes as an offering to the gods. Major detours, however, haven’t always been so graceful.
During high school, possibilities and personal potential seemed endless. I was overwhelmed to the point of indecision; thus, explaining premature withdrawal from college—twice. Life seemed far too interesting to limit myself to a classroom. Invited to dine from an elaborate smorgasbord sometimes presents too many choices, and we end up gorging ourselves. Unable to forfeit the consumption of three nationalities in one sitting, we vow to attack the trough differently next time. History, though, inevitably repeats itself.
Fear forces us to recoil in the absence of self control. Safety and predetermined portions become appealing. And eventually, security replaces our sense of adventure. We can consume half an order—no more—of Chili’s chicken fajitas without evidence on the scale; the ramifications of ingesting the jalapeño burger with fries . . . unclear. With financial insecurities on the rise, reluctance to spend twenty bucks on an experimental dish does little to satiate our deprived taste buds.
Through the survival of several sketchy situations, I have learned to trust myself. Years of concentrated self-analysis has helped clarify my own desires. Sounds a bit desperate, I know. But I can tell you, without reservation, that chocolate pudding pie will not curb my affinity for chocolate decadence. No one can influence that. The complexity of life altering decisions, however, often require the solicitation of an outside opinion—or two.
With a little soul searching, several conversations, and a very generous boss, I am happy to report that twenty dollars and a couple of goats secured a pretty sweet deal. Stay tuned in the coming weeks as the next adventure unfolds.