Choices

So... large forks and small forks in life.

Like captining a boat... you want to get from port to port (or to a bitchin fishing spot) but you never go in a straight line. 10 degrees port... 20 degrees starboard. You end at your destination but the path is random and as exciting as where your going.

So I'm workin on this whole break dancing thing. Training alot and thinking about moving 24 and 7. Along came a spider... and wispers into my ear "Instead of breakin next sunday, we should go skiing instead... a free trip into the mountains with a kokanee party at the end... bus, meal and drinks paid for."

Like damn. Just when you get a base established, something comes along to test your steel.

And its funny, cause usually what you give up is worth what you take... just short term or long term; you never can tell.