I’ve often wondered in awe at the possibility that if I hadn’t done everything exactly the way I did, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Or would I? Does every minute decision add up to one’s fate, or are we all working toward some generally defined destiny and our side trips and missteps don’t really matter?
I love all of my mistakes. I’m a big fan of the adage that says “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Or stranger.