I loved reading Choose Your Own Adventure books as a kid.
You arrive in a world that’s familiar and foreign. Every couple of pages, you’d encounter a fork in the road. You decided the direction
I felt that way this morning. It began after two subway trains arrived and departed Christie Station without me. I remember thinking, “damn, this is going to take a while.”
I took a deep breath. Instead of pouting or cursing myself for not leaving 10 minutes earlier, I weighed my options.
I decided to not to board until it was less busy (it took seven or eight trains). I connected to the free WIFI (hackers be damned) and streamed Pusha T’s Daytona (Kanye’s production, though). Then I got to Spadina and saw the line for the streetcar. I queued Herbie Hancock’s “Watermelon Man” and few other songs I love.
It took me an hour and ten minutes to reach my desk. And then my computer had glitches. On a day when it was too easy to lose your cool, I found my own path.