I'm not blogging from Vegas, having eloped last night. I'm thirty-five today and thinking about times life hasn't gone according to plan. Being rejected from my older brother's high school remains sharpest to me. I thought we would follow in the tradition of many families. Instead, I had to make my own name at a new school. (Part of me wanted to do this anyway.)
The experience taught me to be open-minded about my future. As planned as writing has to be, part of it should always be left to chance. We'll see when we get there, or things haven't gone the way I thought they would; what now?
I can't imagine myself married or with kids in much detail. In a way, I'm glad. If I'm lucky enough to meet someone, I don't want to know how it goes.