I picked up a hitchhiker. Once.
Why? Ah, but of course, I knew you’d ask. My boyfriend (and current husband) posed that exact question, albeit with a bit more intensity. Needless to say, I was unsuccessful in convincing him that it was a really great idea.
You see, I wondered what could my life look like, if instead of asking why, I asked why not? It just so happens that as I was hypothesizing my new thesis, I pass this hitchhiker and…well, it made sense at the time.
My first attempt was so poorly received that I permanently sidelined the topic. That is until a few weeks ago. Feeling unsettled, emotionally and spiritually weak, I found myself searching…searching for something more, something different. Was I suffering from depression? Unlikely. A mid-life crisis? Maybe. Disappointment? Most definitely.
I began to revisit that day so many years ago. You know it really wasn’t a bad idea, so much as poor execution.
So what could my life look like? A life lived asking why not. Well, I am about to find out.
By: Camiel Rodriguez Hull
